This is a song about "Car slip"

Bad, just like an 80's car

She is far bizarre

Ma always said chase yo dream and never slip

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

I know i've came so far

Down the street to the car,

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

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

No i can't drive a car

Young money, d-town's all star

Your music in the car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

The hotels we staying in twelve star

The engine in back of my car

Got a license, no car

Well, that's what you are