This is a song about "Cart"

And by the way i'mma start

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

We use to eat brownies and play mario cart,

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

And filling up like a shopping cart