This is a song about "Car payments"

You get close but no cigar

I'm in my other car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Bad, just like an 80's car

I need a 17 car garage

Sb nike's, with the grey box

In the car with a gun,

And i listen to common

Your music in the car

You're in a seminar

To your mind due to decades of lecturings for payments.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Young money, d-town's all star

'bout to get my other car

Caressed her naked with no protection as she requested payments

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements