This is a song about "Getting shot from a black car"

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Got a license, no car

I guzzle up at the bar

You can save a man from getting two bullets in the brain

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Money goes away with shots from a black beretta

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop