This is a song about "Four wheel drive"

Four more tarts playing harps

Finish line with the tire marks

But im not religious, im just fucking stuck in a viscous wheel,

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Not hungry for my poetry

Drive camaros, hungry

Every time i drive to work it gets caught in the steering wheel

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

Let a nigga drive slow,

Preaching to the choir though

Sky high, iced out paradise

I guess thats just central drive

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo