This is a song about "Fast cars cocaine hion ad travelg"

Guess i'll just write about it, ad lib

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Run away from the cars...

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I was broken almost took cocaine

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

And mine somewhere bout mars

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars