This is a song about "Sex drugs cars women heart"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I feel like i got fifty cars

You would bet on malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And we havin' rough sex

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?