This is a song about "Car sales"

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

You're in a seminar

Where there is no rules car

With out you following me in the car

See, i like the person that you are

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Can barely walk the city streets

Got a license, no car

You know...you know who you are