This is a song about "Bacnice cars"

I be murdering bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

We love for a while then a light goes

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks