This is a song about "Muscle cars"

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Got like a hundred cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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

Run away from the cars...