This is a song about "Old cars dis"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

Dis is the generation

She all on my skin

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

To come over and try to do dis

Before dis nigga pounce

Heystop running your mouth