This is a song about "Forgin cars"

I'll meet you in the sky

Cars are passing by, guy

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks