This is a song about "Car sales"

Jokes on you i don't have a car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

My daddy need a new car

How simple they are

Well, that's what you are

Where there is no rules car

I can't drive a car but

A twenty somethin cup

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Your music in the car

Young money, d-town's all star

Bad, just like an 80's car

If there’s a shining star