This is a song about "Barbie hood car"

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm a fucking rap star

Where there is no rules car

Jokes on you i don't have a car

See, i like the person that you are

Got a license, no car

Hope my city is not too far

The hotels we staying in twelve star

My daddy need a new car

Girls looking like barbie

I'mma live and die in cali

Don't go to far

Who smokin in my car?

Down the street to the car,

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far