This is a song about "Mom s old car win a new lexus"

I know i've came so far

Got a license, no car

Your shit is old, but nigga my shit is brand new.

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

Baby, you know who you are

Jokes on you i don't have a car

And i know i'm yound enough, but too old to be new

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I need a 17 car garage

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I don't really give a fuck

I can't drive a car but