This is a song about "Red cars"

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

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Went out and had a church of kids

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Color your eyes alveolar red

You already know you're dead

Skies are black, clouds are red

Holla out my set

Got like a hundred cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops