This is a song about "A car"

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

How simple they are

No i can't drive a car

In the car with a gun,

Can’t you see just how long my run

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

Driving my car to a foreign place

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

No a/c cheap car to do work

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Got a license, no car