This is a song about "Sports cars"

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes