This is a song about "A whore with a white car"

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Because tonight i will be out with a different whore

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I bet i hit it where every rapper get killed, like

I'm a great white...your merely a mackerel with no insight,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

A patrol car's no more than a whore with two dicks inside it