This is a song about "Fst cars"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Before we see it's hard to live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props