This is a song about "Cars and gold"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Gold chains, watches and more,

As soon as i walk in the door

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,