This is a song about "Chasing cars"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Limelight, my mind's racing faced with these dreams we chasing/

Same '89 camry that needs painting

And catch the dream that we're all chasing/

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I feel like i got fifty cars

When i get to warwick avenue

But now i regret chasing behind you

Into the temptations/ these voices and faces keep #chasing,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying