This is a song about "Driver"

That damier bag i bought her

I"m the designated driver

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

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

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

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

Young money, d-town's all star

Or driver for fucking nascar