This is a song about "Car lots"

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Jokes on you i don't have a car

That gal want me ride har

Your music in the car

With the goons i spar

Takin lots of portraits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I'm in my other car

Just to let you know, you are

That has lots of experience about cocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

The richest place on earth

Drinkin lots of pitchers

Baby, you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car