This is a song about "Me cars"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Run away from the cars...

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars