This is a song about "Girls fast cars pistols"

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

It's my time, top it off with two pistols

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Niggas is working forever my bars

I feel like i got fifty cars