This is a song about "Backseat"

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Mmg and that's my clique

Take ur place in the backseat,

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Take a backseat in my grey matter

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I'll be in the backseat, push the pedal let's get to stepping