This is a song about "Car crews"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

But those crews i ran with were tough and cold as icicles,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

She prayed on me passing that bar

Believe my mom still needs a new car