This is a song about "Gta cars"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got like a hundred cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Run away from the cars...

And mine somewhere bout mars

From the projects to the penthouse

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

When that thing gon fly

Cars are passing by, guy