This is a song about "New car"

Where there is no rules car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

All the girls really want is fun

In the car with a gun,

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

Down the street to the car,

I don’t care where ya are

Box car children trying to hide

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

They like talking, its like gossip

I can't drive a car but

Believe my mom still needs a new car

You get close but no cigar