This is a song about "My lowered car"

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

At least i have my own house and a car!

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

Who smokin in my car?

Ay yo you wonder who i are

But my magic trick will cause a car to split,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

A working genius, a work of art

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick