This is a song about "Sports car"

I find it bizzare you drive a nice car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Who smokin in my car?

How simple they are

Just to let you know, you are

The engine in back of my car

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

'bout to get my other car

Young money, d-town's all star

She is far bizarre

Down the street to the car,

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

You know...you know who you are

I do it fast like vien diesel's car

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par