This is me in April being vain in my zebra-print car.
This is a story all about how
My life got twist-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute and sit right there
And tell you how my car got hit on by a pimped out billionaire.
In central Jersey, born and raised
Driving down ’27 is how I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out, maxin’, pretendin’ to be cool
I knew my Saturn Ion was lame, I was no fool.
When I was ‘bout to turn 22, like I knew that she would
My mama asked what I wanted for my bday, that I deserved somethin’ good
I got in one lil’ fight, sayin’ I really didn’t care
“I want zebra seat covers, and a pet unicorn!” I declared.
My car’s now all pimped out, it’s all zebra and queer
It even has matchin’ floor mats and flowers in the mirror
If anything I can say this Saturn Ion is rare
It even causes billionaires to stop and stare
I stopped at a red light
When a big ol’ guy came running out of his car
Ran to my window, threw $100 down
He asked me if he could get my seatcovers some place in town.
I told him no, I didn’t think so,
but I got mine on Amazon, ya know?
He said he wanted ‘em for his BMW,
and I shrugged, said “Good for you.”
I pulled up to the bank,
rolled up to the atm
but who should appear?
My good ol’ friend, the pimped out billionaire.
“I hope I’m not creepy, but I really need to know…
What is this Amazon thing, explain it real slow!”
I wrote down directions, gave it to my friend
He said, “Thanks babygirl, I’ll give it to my girlfriend!”
I chuckled as he left and I got my cash,
this guy was an oddball with a bit of class.
I honked as I left him and he nodded to the air.
I was sitting on my throne, my pimped out Saturn Ion, and speedin’ outta there.