This is a song about "Driving cars and guns"

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Top ranked, number one my son

And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And my guns are directors

If i sent my dad letters

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show