This is a song about "You want a car"

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Wouldn't you want a brother who'd help you if you collapse?

Baby, you know who you are

Believe my mom still needs a new car

You want a tip? suck a dick/

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

You might want to bring a stitch

My rhymes will have you living from house to car

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

I find it bizzare you drive a nice car

We be in the party like we own that bar

At the same time, pull up like james bond

Call me a terrorist all you want

They like talking, its like gossip

I can't drive a car but