This is a song about "Car sales"

With out you following me in the car

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Baby, you know who you are

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

The engine in back of my car

The things they say went a little too far

Right car with the wrong thang

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Your music in the car

I don’t care where ya are

I'm in my other car

You know...you know who you are

She prayed on me passing that bar

Got a license, no car