This is a song about "Nice cars"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Bring the battering ram where you live

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve