This is a song about "Girls cars and bars"

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

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

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

And your readin my bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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