This is a song about "Chevy impala"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

The revolution has arrived

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Coroners comfort your mama

Coming up in the impala.

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks