This is a song about "Super cars"

I be murdering bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I don't know defeat

Because i'm a super dweeb

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

And i'm the super-learning device.

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I feel like i got fifty cars

Super duper future luck.

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

Stir up all these feelings inside of her