This is a song about "Hyrbid cars"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Got like a hundred cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

You can hear it in my lyrics

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops