This is a song about "Google car"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Own shit i bet you can make good music without taking it off of google or other

The hotels we staying in twelve star

'bout to get my other car

Direct shit like google maps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Most young rappers use google to find rhyming words, it's unforgivable,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

No i can't drive a car

That gyal want mi ride har

Down the street to the car,

Google it if you don't know the meaning of it

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit