This is a song about "Car slip"

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Bad, just like an 80's car

She is far bizarre

Of my life slip away

Oh, why do i live this way

I'm a fucking rap star

Jokes on you i don't have a car

You're in a seminar

Got a license, no car

No i can't drive a car

That gal want me ride har

She prayed on me passing that bar

My daddy need a new car

I do it fast like vien diesel's car

You get close but no cigar