This is a song about "Coupe"

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

This coupe-i'm... in, highway about a buck fifty

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Just ride hop up in the coupe