This is a song about "Lamborgini cars"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

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

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

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

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

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

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars