This is a song about "Astral drive"

Well rick james, maury jane

I'll drive you over rappers insane

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

And i swear, one day they'll see the car that i drive

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Had no ambitions and no drive.

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Noelle's here to drive me crazy

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

So down and out

I drive that all around

We still ride though

Let a nigga drive slow,

The more i drive myself crazy

C’mon and let’s chill baby