This is a song about "Stealling cars"

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Got like a hundred cars

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars