This is a song about "Nice cars"

Run away from the cars...

And mine somewhere bout mars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

And now we high

Cars are passing by, guy

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars