This is a song about "A car crash"

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

As we return with a crash, to smash the grime scene

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Cruisen grassy till' i damn near crash the car

Or might blast a tight rap, have a bike crash cause i drive fast

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Hope my city is not too far

And it weighs a ton

In the car with a gun,

Got a license, no car

That gal want me ride har

She prayed on me passing that bar

Me while i was shoved in a cop car,