This is a song about "142"

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

When am i gonna finish this?

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,

Not one j got a pair or more

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut,

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

That shoebox shit, over with,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

The marathon of this game always changes in pace,

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Don't shit in a box anymore,

That we can't forget the past.

Got racks you don’t understand