This is a song about "2006 chevy impala"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Coming up in the impala.

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

The glare makes me hard to find

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room