This is a song about "Fast cars and drugs"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Its slippery and makes you unsteadily fast

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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