This is a song about "Wee cars"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars