This is a song about "Indy 500"

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth

But i got 500 friends mom i really do

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

500 miles push on the disc brake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Indy to the cuh you know we don't save shit for later