This is a song about "Sports cars"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

The you should look up in the stars

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

And now your best friend's having kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Cars are passing by, guy

She gotta hold her head up high

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Two sports references of people who are important

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust