This is a song about "Sport car"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

All you need is your passport

When i get to warwick avenue

This shit is like a sport we do,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

And for sport i'm gonna finish you; lyrically not physically

That gyal want mi ride har

I'm in my other car

I do it fast like vien diesel's car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Every sport making baskets at the court

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

My daddy need a new car

How simple they are