This is a song about "Getting cars"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Got like a hundred cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,