This is a song about "Skirting cars"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Bitch got all them booty shots

Hoes love me because of my cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

I be murdering bars

Got like a hundred cars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

The you should look up in the stars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars