This is a song about "Selling cars"

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Timmy got his bike stole

Its like selling the devil your soul

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Take her back to where i live

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

One night, i was selling some rocks

Sb nike's, with the grey box

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development