This is a song about "My cars"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I feel like i got fifty cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

My words are dope as fuck like absurd cars broke when they struck

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

And in fact i can’t deny

Cars are passing by, guy

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

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