This is a song about "School fast cars guns"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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,

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

That going through some things

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

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

You pull up in parking lots

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns