This is a song about "Driving cars bad"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

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

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Its been driving me crazy lately

Got like a hundred cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Sweet, okay makes sense

You aint driving a benz