This is a song about "Stealing cars"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

People stealing, they gonna pay,

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Run away from the cars...

Bitch got all them booty shots

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Lobsters and shrimp im good