This is a song about "Drift cars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got like a hundred cars

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And mine somewhere bout mars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars