This is a song about "Car drives"

Hope my city is not too far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Got a license, no car

You get close but no cigar

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I need a 17 car garage

Well, that's what you are

'bout to get my other car

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Drives him crazy, always went home not feeling fine

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

To give them their keys to their drives

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Sometimes my life drives me insane and to cock and shoot,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute