This is a song about "Hybrid cars"

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

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Not king james, these were coke kings

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots