This is a song about "Dip your car"

And dip the mashed potato covered

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

And your car they leave, in the darkest street, and flee then, while you sleeping,

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Should i die i'll return like the messiah and piss on your car

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

You're in a seminar

Your music in the car

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

All your runners dip when they hear the gun go off.

Remember that night when you sat alone in your car?

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far