This is a song about "Wee cars"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Hoes love me because of my cars

I be murdering bars

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

Niggas is working forever my bars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

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