This is a song about "Canada cars"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Comin' straight from canada, justine bieber,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I feel like i got fifty cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

You pull up in parking lots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?