This is a song about "Car payments"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I need a 17 car garage

No i can't drive a car

You're in a seminar

Where there is no rules car

You know...you know who you are

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

My daddy need a new car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Painless. the called me nameless, spacious, pay payments. i had to wait my

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I'm in my other car

Young money, d-town's all star

To block out satin from stopping my payments

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love