This is a song about "Wee cars"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I'm a wee bit efficient with the lines of my lyrics. getting sent to prison for

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,