This is a song about "Driving a whip"

This is no trial, this a closed case

Driving my car to a foreign place

I watched my ma whip up work fukk a havin a job

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

I need a whip that's imported, and probably worthy of forza

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

Driving yall insane, and iike i never got a license.

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

And garage for what i'm driving.