This is a song about "Cars"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

The you should look up in the stars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

You can hear it in my lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Hoes love me because of my cars