This is a song about "Car"

Where there is no rules car

I guzzle up at the bar

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Box car children trying to hide

Hope my city is not too far

Got a license, no car

I know i've came so far

Your music in the car

Young money, d-town's all star

The engine in back of my car

My rhymes will have you living from house to car

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,

Who smokin in my car?

And could i be a star