This is a song about "Spiting car"

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Right car with the wrong thang

Jokes on you i don't have a car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

If there’s a shining star

Who smokin in my car?

At least i have my own house and a car!

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Spiting out rhymes so fast you'll have to take a deep breath to maintain

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Well, that's what you are

Your music in the car