This is a song about "Fish in a tesla car"

But if you want you problems to leave like they're in a car,

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

The engine in back of my car

I guzzle up at the bar

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

I don’t care where ya are

Who smokin in my car?

Baby, you know who you are

Your music in the car

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

In the car its getting hot as a bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass