This is a song about "Car sales"

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Don't go to far

Down the street to the car,

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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

It ain't where i been

In the car with a gun,

With out you following me in the car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

We be in the party like we own that bar

My daddy need a new car

She prayed on me passing that bar

Bad, just like an 80's car

I know i've came so far