This is a song about "Car insurance"

She prayed on me passing that bar

I'm in my other car

Hows that for insurance with some reinsurance,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Just wanna spend my time bein' yo girl

The insurance world beame your pearl

We be in the party like we own that bar

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Believe my mom still needs a new car

You get close but no cigar

With out you following me in the car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

You know...you know who you are

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

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