This is a song about "My new car"

Secret society all we ask is trust

You not meant to be here, on my car you just rust

My car kisses police who jump in front of cars willingly.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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

My daddy need a new car

And could i be a star

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

The things they say went a little too far

I show her the badge on the keys of my car