This is a song about "Cars and cribs"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show