This is a song about "Car speakers"

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

My daddy need a new car

Yelawolf shit with rittz and speakers in the back seat

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Yea got big stacks get me a car

You know...you know who you are

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Believe my mom still needs a new car

That gal want me ride har

Got a license, no car

I don’t care where ya are

Where there is no rules car