This is a song about "Car slip"

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Ma always said chase yo dream and never slip

I'm in my other car

You're in a seminar

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Where there is no rules car

Bad, just like an 80's car

You know...you know who you are

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

I do it fast like vien diesel's car

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip