This is a song about "Old cars dis"

Da inspiration to make dis song.

We gonna be all the way gone

Run away from the cars...

Bitch got all them booty shots

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

When you spill out hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I do dis for my niggas and city

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

Dis-able it in shame

Then lost my faith again