This is a song about "My cars and swag"

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

You can hear it in my lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

When bret hart meet brett farve

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars