This is a song about "Sport cars"

Niggas is working forever my bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The jiggas and the tips

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Competition on the court

I feel like i got fifty cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops