This is a song about "Hybrid cars"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hoes love me because of my cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

And the v12, that's on various trips

When you spill out hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours