This is a song about "Exotic cars"

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

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

Took me a while just to write those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tosin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic monstrous,

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tossin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic, mind

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

When pac get high

Cars are passing by, guy

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets