This is a song about "Hyrbid cars"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I feel like i got fifty cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Cars are passing by, guy

And i know that your supply

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,