This is a song about "Antidote type lyrics car"

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Got a electrical eel type spit

Don't go to far

No i can't drive a car

Music helps me cope, call it antidote,

And my regime includes east coast

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

How simple they are

Where there is no rules car

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Sickest flow without an antidote

I'm a fucking rap star

The engine in back of my car