This is a song about "Red cars"

Lemonhead end up dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

I be murdering bars

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours