This is a song about "Car"

Got a license, no car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

With out you following me in the car

Jokes on you i don't have a car

You get close but no cigar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

The hotels we staying in twelve star

The engine in back of my car

At least i have my own house and a car!

See, i like the person that you are

You're in a seminar

No i can't drive a car

Right car with the wrong thang

Self made self paid man