This is a song about "Cars hindi"

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Got like a hundred cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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