This is a song about "Wee cars"

Go wee-wee in the potie, wipe your ass and flush it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

Bitch got all them booty shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks