This is a song about "Getting cars"

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots