This is a song about "Old cars"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Cars are passing by, guy

That got your mother high

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.