This is a song about "Weed pot girls cars dirt bikes"

Put my trust in my god

Get it hot in the pot

I feel like i got fifty cars

The you should look up in the stars

Run away from the cars...

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Before we see it's hard to live

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Now i cant even get any dirt weed, best i can do is an offbrand breed,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

While in the distance i hear passing cars