This is a song about "Backseat"

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

Take ur place in the backseat,

Sometimes i think, what i need

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

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

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Take a backseat in my grey matter

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Emcees heads in my backseat, keep em as a treasure/