This is a song about "Rental cars"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours