This is a song about "Driving fancy cars"

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Driving in my dodge ram

She ain't got a man

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

But he don't rule a thing

And garage for what i'm driving.

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

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars