This is a song about "Driver"

Or driver for fucking nascar

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I was even influenced by my taxi driver,

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Dead. driver of the car never slows down or looks back to see. take a look back yellow crime

And if you fuck with me wrong you'll be screwed like the driver

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

I"m the designated driver

My records sell, yes sir

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

If footloose was a nascar driver, he'd be dale earnhardt