This is a song about "Cars welding"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

I be murdering bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

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

We love for a while then a light goes

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments