This is a song about "Hyrbid cars"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

My garage full of cars that bounce

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Run away from the cars...

And i'm still hurtin over pops

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars