This is a song about "Lots of car"

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

The engine in back of my car

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Nowadays lots of rapper do they best to try to copy me

That has lots of experience about cocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever

Haha lots of hate, chloe

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

I show her the badge on the keys of my car