This is a song about "Fine car"

I'm in my other car

How simple they are

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

See, i like the person that you are

'bout to get my other car

Yea got big stacks get me a car

That gyal want mi ride har

She prayed on me passing that bar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Got a license, no car

Young money, d-town's all star

I guzzle up at the bar

Who smokin in my car?