This is a song about "Hydrogen cars"

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I feel like i got fifty cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

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

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars