This is a song about "Racing cars"

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

All i can feel is my heart racing

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

While in the distance i hear passing cars

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars