This is a song about "Car sales"

I need a 17 car garage

I think found where your mind was

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

'bout to get my other car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Just before they seen my money in the green

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Hope my city is not too far

Down the street to the car,

I'm a fucking rap star

Who smokin in my car?

You know...you know who you are

No i can't drive a car