This is a song about "Chevy impala"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

The favorite nigger turned into freddy kruger

Coming up in the impala.

Coroners comfort your mama

Got an independent business mind

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

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

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