This is a song about "Nash car"

I guzzle up at the bar

No i can't drive a car

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Yea got big stacks get me a car

She is far bizarre

Your music in the car

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

See, i like the person that you are

Hope my city is not too far

Down the street to the car,

M v p like steve nash

I can barely wipe my ass

This thing that you could imagine

In the car with a gun,

That gyal want mi ride har

Where there is no rules car