This is a song about "Barbie hood car"

'bout to get my other car

She is far bizarre

Young money, d-town's all star

Who smokin in my car?

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Where there is no rules car

Just to let you know, you are

I'm in my other car

Well, that's what you are

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

Down the street to the car,

I don’t care where ya are

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood