This is a song about "Nice cars"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The jiggas and the tips

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks