This is a song about "Driver"

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

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

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Or driver for fucking nascar

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

I"m the designated driver

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

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

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you