This is a song about "Canada cars"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

She gotta hold her head up high

Cars are passing by, guy

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Run away from the cars...

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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