This is a song about "Driving in a race car"

In a no-rules race,quick with the phase

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

How simple they are

Who smokin in my car?

No i can't drive a car

If there’s a shining star

I'm in my other car

I guzzle up at the bar

The things they say went a little too far

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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