This is a song about "Future car"

With the goons i spar

No i can't drive a car

Where there is no rules car

Baby, you know who you are

Thinking about my future

How simple they are

But what you can’t see is my future,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Jokes on you i don't have a car

I guzzle up at the bar

That gyal want mi ride har

The engine in back of my car

My daddy need a new car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

With out you following me in the car