This is a song about "Car lots"

No i can't drive a car

That gal want me ride har

With the goons i spar

Who smokin in my car?

I'm in my other car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

I’ll make sure we take lots of photos

So you finally got the nerve

Drinkin lots of pitchers

Mechanical energy is lots of gears

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Your music in the car

Young money, d-town's all star

Got a license, no car

Just to let you know, you are