This is a song about "Cars welding"

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You pull up in parking lots

Got like a hundred cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Run away from the cars...

Bitch got all them booty shots

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Hoes love me because of my cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

While in the distance i hear passing cars