This is a song about "Car s"

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I'm in my other car

She is far bizarre

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Your music in the car

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

If there’s a shining star

Where there is no rules car

'bout to get my other car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people