This is a song about "Drive through"

It ain't nothing though

A nigga wanna drive slow,

Let a nigga drive slow,

Hope you heard that intro

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

She wants me to drive her crazy/ hold up/ first let me test drive

Take some lucy's boomer's dark liq' and light, some might drive

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Hop in and let me take a test drive

I need a backyard full court size

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

We gotta get back to what really matters

To all of rap's questions, drive like jackhammers,

I guess thats just central drive

She's flawless like some uncut ice