This is a song about "School fast cars guns"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I be murdering bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

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

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Run away from the cars...

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

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Niggas is working forever my bars