This is a song about "Big cars"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours