This is a song about "Car bar"

The hotels we staying in twelve star

'bout to get my other car

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Down the street to the car,

Believe my mom still needs a new car

You get close but no cigar

You know...you know who you are

Just listen to this bar,

Your music in the car

Well, that's what you are

I guzzle up at the bar

Got a license, no car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I'm in my other car