This is a song about "Bitches cars"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

Got like a hundred cars

Cause of death? bars

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

My garage full of cars that bounce

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops