This is a song about "Racing cars"

I'm the sushi king

The clock is still racing

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Miss i want to read into your nature

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

The you should look up in the stars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops