This is a song about "Cars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Got like a hundred cars

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

So here i am at the store for some chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks