This is a song about "Driving on 75"

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

So i don't kid around like i'm searchin for surrogates

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Are crazier than a skitzo on meth driving his humvee.

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one