This is a song about "Cool cars"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

The you should look up in the stars

Livin the fast life, in fast 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

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

While in the distance i hear passing cars