This is a song about "Drag car"

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

You're in a seminar

Who smokin in my car?

And could i be a star

The engine in back of my car

Young money, d-town's all star

Where there is no rules car

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low

Im not going to let you drag me down

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Knock her out and drag her back to an empty lobby's halls,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well