This is a song about "Dragons fucking cars"

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

In the shire there ain't no dragons what happen to havin' passion

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Return on home and sleep in my dragons den

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars