This is a song about "Spiting car"

The underdog of the underground has come far

At least i have my own house and a car!

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

She prayed on me passing that bar

Jokes on you i don't have a car

Hope my city is not too far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

I need a 17 car garage

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Box car children trying to hide

These shows be packing tight

Well, that's what you are

Got a license, no car