This is a song about "Car rides"

Young money, d-town's all star

The engine in back of my car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

With glistened discs and hunkered rides when shit comes to this they undermine,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I need a 17 car garage

I think found where your mind was

With the goons i spar

'bout to get my other car

This music's goin' #off #the #track like broken rollercoaster rides,

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

But i aint giving no rides to bitches wearing blue garments