This is a song about "Cars n tits"

I feel like i got fifty cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Gawking and stalking this blonde chick with nice tits/

You pull up in parking lots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

The youngest of my mother kids

The ones that have the big tits