This is a song about "Hybrid cars"

#original hybrid, dump facts faster then sendin a tweet

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Take her back to where i live

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box