This is a song about "Gta cars"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Got like a hundred cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Cars are passing by, guy

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie