This is a song about "Driving fancy cars"

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Run for cover and return fire

It's time for some change to commence

You aint driving a benz

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

You pull up in parking lots

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Driving around in a plow, pow!

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Its been driving me crazy lately

And mine somewhere bout mars

Got like a hundred cars