This is a song about "Hydrogen cars"

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

That got your mother high

Cars are passing by, guy

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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