This is a song about "Future cars"

Destiny or future

I pipe in and one night her

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Thinking about my future

What is hittin' for

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Run away from the cars...

And i'm still hurtin over pops