This is a song about "Car stereo"

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

Where there is no rules car

If there’s a shining star

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Through your stereo it plays and stays in your dome now,

'bout to get my other car

That gal want me ride har

And i made it with that dope flow

Turn up you stereo

Got a license, no car

She is far bizarre