This is a song about "Weed pussy lean xans cars green fiend scream team cars bars"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Cars are passing by, guy

So y'all niggas can fly

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

And now your best friend's having kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks