This is a song about "Dads car"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

And even though most dads think they bossen, y'all are really runnin the

Got a license, no car

That gal want me ride har

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

She is far bizarre

Down the street to the car,

Where there is no rules car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

My dads a liability

Now i can draw your face up pretty