This is a song about "Guns cars death rap"

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

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,

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Let's enjoy our younger years

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Run away from the cars...

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

To make jokes sound fun, im not one to rap about guns, but if i had one,

Artillery weak with guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains