This is a song about "I need a 17 car garage"

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

I took your girl and sister, had a threesome in my new car

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I got a tattoo saying thug life, all i need now is a gold chain,

To ditch my car,crash it into a psychological hospital/

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

You get close but no cigar

My daddy need a new car

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Yelling "swag" on a cops car 'til i fell down

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

I find it bizzare you drive a nice car

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Ill leave you off with more words then me, i only need a few cause i