This is a song about "Driving cars bad"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

And garage for what i'm driving.

You aint driving a benz

Sweet, okay makes sense

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

I swear its driving me into insanity

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Driving in my dodge ram

I am just a man

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Got like a hundred cars