This is a song about "Foreskin arms cars"

Hoes love me because of my cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Run away from the cars...

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Scars up and down my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I'll break your bones in both arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Get you high, keep it on the low

Hold your arms cry and wallow