This is a song about "Getting cars"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

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

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

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars