This is a song about "Backseat"

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Take a backseat in my grey matter

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

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

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need