This is a song about "Car sales man"

I pop one, you pop one

In the car with a gun,

With out you following me in the car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Weed i can't pronounce man

Right car with the wrong thang

If there’s a shining star

Got a license, no car

Your music in the car

You get close but no cigar

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

See, i like the person that you are

'bout to get my other car