This is a song about "Pooping on a car"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Ment,a car on the pavement should have bought a roll cage,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Ay yo you wonder who i are

No i can't drive a car

I find it bizzare you drive a nice car

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

No a/c cheap car to do work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Pooping - having a blast,

I'll get to em when i land

I'm a fucking rap star

Jokes on you i don't have a car

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip