This is a song about "Sex drugs cars"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

All the girls wanna have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops