This is a song about "Wee cars"

Go wee-wee in the potie, wipe your ass and flush it

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them 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

Got like a hundred cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks