This is a song about "Buying a car"

Driving my car to a foreign place

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I took your girl and sister, had a threesome in my new car

No i can't drive a car

She prayed on me passing that bar

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I need a 17 car garage

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get