This is a song about "Big cars"

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

From the projects to the penthouse

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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