This is a song about "Race cars"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Dont run now, this is not a race

Give players plenty space

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Hoes love me because of my cars

I be murdering bars

Can't stop so do you want to race,

And i got them gold bottles, first place