This is a song about "Bacnice cars"

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

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

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

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

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

When pac get high

Cars are passing by, guy