This is a song about "Million dollar sport cars"

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

While scheming on hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

You pull up in parking lots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Run away from the cars...

Cause of death? bars

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Every sport making baskets at the court