This is a song about "Where s my car"

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Who smokin in my car?

I know i've came so far

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

But my magic trick will cause a car to split,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!