This is a song about "Sport cars and muscle cars"

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

The you should look up in the stars

Run away from the cars...

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

We love for a while then a light goes

Went out and had a church of kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks