This is a song about "Driving nice cars"

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

Hoes love me because of my cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

You aint driving a benz

It's time for some change to commence

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Ha, running rebel on another level

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars