This is a song about "Solar cars"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Got the solar gravitation so i'm bound to pull it

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars