This is a song about "Gus weed school books cars"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And all they know is books

Rapping turned to my benediction, bought books only nonfiction,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

So here i am at the store for some chips

For the record, this not in the books

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours