This is a song about "Mum s car"

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Got a license, no car

You get close but no cigar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

They at the same spot they making no progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

With the goons i spar

Where there is no rules car

Something wicked this way come

So i can finally say to mum

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them