This is a song about "Fst cars"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Hoes love me because of my cars

And mine somewhere bout mars