This is a song about "Drag cars"

The you should look up in the stars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Hoes love me because of my cars

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

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

I feel like i got fifty cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?