This is a song about "White bitches cars"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Run away from the cars...

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Got like a hundred cars

The you should look up in the stars