This is a song about "Race cars"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Got like a hundred cars

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

But i know i see better days

Slow and steady wins the race,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

You pull up in parking lots

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?