This is a song about "Didn t get my new car"

'bout to get my other car

She is far bizarre

I'm in my other car

With the goons i spar

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

I took your girl and sister, had a threesome in my new car

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Then i get hit by a car and die