This is a song about "Driving"

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

Are crazier than a skitzo on meth driving his humvee.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I swear its driving me into insanity

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Can't find her she absent i'm driving while she jack it

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

They say that i never cease to amaze

Driving my car to a foreign place

Sweet, okay makes sense

You aint driving a benz