This is a song about "Car crews"

Got a license, no car

I know i've came so far

You think your crews hard? you ain't ready for this shit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

'bout to get my other car

Your music in the car

That gal want me ride har

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Who smokin in my car?