This is a song about "Garage sale"

I need a 17 car garage

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I'll go for a record sale at the auction,

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Don't steal my words just cuz they ain't for sale,

No wonder why when times get hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

In my drawsring, ring, ring

And garage for what i'm driving.

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale