This is a song about "Flash cars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got like a hundred cars

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Take your notes you fucking fags, i'm coming with a news flash.

I can barely wipe my ass

But let's be realistic i'm not flash

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

But when riches hit back , u can see the cameras flash

I'm brewing a stew 'n' spewing the truth with this news flash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I feel like i got fifty cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Cause of death? bars

Run away from the cars...