This is a song about "Driving an old car mom needs a new ride"

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I wasn't made for a 9-5,im an artist an i was sent to ride or die

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

For a brand new chapter in the same old game,

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

With an old style and a sold can that outran

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

So let me re-frame like a old picture wit a new face

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

My ride old but my rims new,

I really love my miami crew

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Hope all over again, we can start