This is a song about "Drive thru"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Drive camaros, hungry

Dc, man over money

You can take the train thru my vein,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

That nigga came thru the do', i pulled the trigger slow

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

The more i drive myself crazy

What them tippers don't see

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Got her going down, no teeth

I drive a mercedes