This is a song about "Stolen car"

Slumdog far apart any sub par

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

Matter fact, a raptor who just had her baby stolen/

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

The person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion

I know i've came so far

Bad, just like an 80's car

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

Hard to move on when you always regret one

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

It got stolen by a heroin junkie and it sucked

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

I'm in my other car

Young money, d-town's all star