This is a song about "Coupe"

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Head in your soup while im headin to the coupe

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Just ride hop up in the coupe

So i banged for a minute

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can