This is a song about "Fst cars"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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