This is a song about "Foreskin arms cars"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

This summer gone be mine though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Got like a hundred cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars