This is a song about "Smoking fast cars pussy bitches"

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

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars