This is a song about "Car slip"

Believe my mom still needs a new car

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Gunna slip if i try and do it

No i can't drive a car

Baby, you know who you are

How simple they are

'bout to get my other car

Who smokin in my car?

That gal want me ride har

Which you know i'm different, right

Did someone slip me fucking cyanide?

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

From shift to shift, i slip right in, don't you dare resist