This is a song about "Speeding cars"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Got a nigga seein things

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

You and your fuckin friends, speeding through all the bends

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...