This is a song about "World phone cars"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Put my number in your phone

We just want you back at home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Stop blowin up my phone

Far away from home

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops