This is a song about "Car lots"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Haha lots of hate, chloe

Down the street to the car,

That gyal want mi ride har

You get close but no cigar

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

I know i've came so far

Bad, just like an 80's car

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Big homie hov said i am close

I’ll make sure we take lots of photos

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

And could i be a star

Jokes on you i don't have a car