This is a song about "Auto repair"

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

My conduct needs repair

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Hatred in a heart already set on repair.

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Completely destroyed, beyond repair, living in despair

Grand theft auto: vice city too

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

I'm lost and gone beyond repair,

Burberry, quite a hell