This is a song about "Self driving cars"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

You pull up in parking lots

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Bring the battering ram where you live

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

I can taste the salt from my tears

Texting my mama current self

I be murdering bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Driving me crazy with this painting canvas