This is a song about "Car"

Down the street to the car,

I don’t care where ya are

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

At least i have my own house and a car!

That gal want me ride har

Yea got big stacks get me a car

You know...you know who you are

With out you following me in the car

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

You get close but no cigar

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

If there’s a shining star

Where there is no rules car

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I need a 17 car garage