This is a song about "Fast cars"

Fighting with my weak hand

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

I feel like i got fifty cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Two white cups and i got that drank

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got like a hundred cars