This is a song about "Pooping on a car"

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Pooping - having a blast,

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

I show her the badge on the keys of my car

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

And could i be a star

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Like a small garage in your backyard

So much green my new car should be a golf cart