This is a song about "Canada cars"

Cars are passing by, guy

She gotta hold her head up high

Bitch got all them booty shots

Hoes love me because of my cars

Canada is where we made it from

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars