This is a song about "Hydrogen cars"

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

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

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

Damn is your mattress dry

Cars are passing by, guy