This is a song about "Skirting cars"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

I feel like i got fifty cars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks