This is a song about "Canada cars"

I feel like i got fifty cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Run away from the cars...

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props