This is a song about "Wee cars"

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And mine somewhere bout mars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,