This is a song about "Cars iee"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Got like a hundred cars

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Hoes love me because of my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Thuggin' till the day i die

Cars are passing by, guy

I feel like i got fifty cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours