This is a song about "Rc cars"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Cars are passing by, guy

I wonder why, i sit and cry