This is a song about "Driving a taxi cab"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

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,

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

And garage for what i'm driving.

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

You pussy emcees need to get a taxi home

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Like a wolf; think i'm granny, like my cab; pakistani

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I'm driving a unicorn, and she blowing me kisses