This is a song about "Drivin down the interstate"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

And i'm a just take another guess

I'mma catch you next time around

Im laying the smack down

Looking down on the atmosphere

And never should you tear

They can’t even come around

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

Just to let you know, you are

Down the street to the car,

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break