This is a song about "Spiting car"

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Bad, just like an 80's car

How simple they are

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Box car children trying to hide

I'm in my other car

That gyal want mi ride har

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Spiting on, don't give him a hand, fuck him he doesn't got what you got

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

We have nothing in common

In the car with a gun,

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far