This is a song about "Driving through the six"

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Just crashed my car driving on the thruway no way,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

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

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Driving down the insterstate see a red light,

Disgusted, not even in the top 30? bitch i'm almost top six/

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

I’m driving off into the sunset, hope you can hear me out loud “yolo”

Its just the first track, driving my invisible pontiac

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

I imagine myself driving a steak through your heart alive

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

While your driving me to the court so you can accept defeat,

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak