This is a song about "Pooping on a car"

They like talking, its like gossip

I can't drive a car but

My daddy need a new car

That gal want me ride har

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

I show her the badge on the keys of my car

These joints here not found at the mall

Left hopeless in a car about to stall

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

Pooping - having a blast,

I start to think it's all planned