This is a song about "Hybrid car"

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I need a 17 car garage

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Who smokin in my car?

Out of you, then i smashed up your car

She prayed on me passing that bar

Your music in the car

She is far bizarre

We be in the party like we own that bar

My rhymes will have you living from house to car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Believe my mom still needs a new car

The hotels we staying in twelve star

With out you following me in the car

Where there is no rules car

That gyal want mi ride har