This is a song about "Chevy impala"

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

They'd tell you i'm some bipolar, hard drug user

My all gold rolly or the

Coming up in the impala.

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly