This is a song about "Car aint got no roof"

How simple they are

Where there is no rules car

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You're sporting a polo watch but you aint got no money to pay the tab

And this will be the song that we sing

We aint got no one to be fucking fearing

Aint got time for mindgames, no need to be so mysterious,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Baby, you know who you are

No i can't drive a car

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

No roof, but that means no ceiling to contain my potential

I think that she knows

You niggas aint got no hoes