This is a song about "Car"

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

In the car with a gun,

I don't trust no one

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Box car children trying to hide

Well, that's what you are

Where there is no rules car

So if i talk down to a man

Right car with the wrong thang

Your music in the car

Young money, d-town's all star

No i can't drive a car

Don't go to far

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Who smokin in my car?