This is a song about "Fst cars"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

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

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I feel like i got fifty cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars