This is a song about "Fine car"

Young money, d-town's all star

The engine in back of my car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Who is so much more than fine

My gold rollie tell time

Mankind has never seen rapper so fine

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

I guzzle up at the bar

Down the street to the car,

Uh, well, don't waste time

With a memory so fine

She prayed on me passing that bar

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Your music in the car

That gal want me ride har