This is a song about "Wee cars"

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

So she kisses the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Run away from the cars...

And mine somewhere bout mars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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

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