This is a song about "Born in a car"

I was born and rased in a underground

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

A baby's born, trumpet sounds, jesus in the manger laid,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

Every day, a star is born,

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

And these artists don't need me they already rich

In the car its getting hot as a bitch

Direct flow like cable, born in a stable.

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Your music in the car

I don’t care where ya are