This is a song about "2006 chevy impala"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

Coroners comfort your mama

Coming up in the impala.

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

The glare makes me hard to find

I can’t stand no motherfucking hoover

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/