This is a song about "Chevy impala"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/

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

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

Coming up in the impala.

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre