This is a song about "Drifting a car"

I'm why baby fathers kirk

No a/c cheap car to do work

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Ripping and, drifting a#side like a part of my souls been taken for #life

I need a 17 car garage

I think found where your mind was

My nigga for life though

Take a shit out the car window

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Ment,a car on the pavement should have bought a roll cage,