This is a song about "Car lots"

You're in a seminar

Your music in the car

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

Down the street to the car,

She prayed on me passing that bar

Takin lots of portraits

All green nigga pick six

Drinkin lots of pitchers

We just trynna be winners

It's not making sense to you right now but

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Bad, just like an 80's car

You get close but no cigar

Jokes on you i don't have a car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar