This is a song about "Rc cars"

That's the window into the sky

Cars are passing by, guy

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I feel like i got fifty cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Run away from the cars...

I be murdering bars

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,