This is a song about "Chevy is a pirate"

That's what a public offense is

How can i convey this

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Till the sentence is a essence,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

The way she walks and causes a fuss

My lyrics is a virus

Blow trees like a hurricane

Is such a motherfucking pain

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Thinking my life is a crime