This is a song about "My cars"

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

Cars are passing by, guy

That new c-l fly

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

When bret hart meet brett farve

Hoes love me because of my cars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

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

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box