This is a song about "Coupe"

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

She's in her brand new coupe and she's smoking too

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

I’m saving major loot

Just ride hop up in the coupe

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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