This is a song about "Chevy impala"

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

The glare makes me hard to find

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

Coming up in the impala.

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa