This is a song about "Driving prom"

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

Its just the first track, driving my invisible pontiac

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Driving my car to a foreign place

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

You aint driving a benz

Roll up niggas be like sex

And garage for what i'm driving.

I was born to do the damn thing

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner