This is a song about "Free the magic mushrooms car us"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Your music in the car

She is far bizarre

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

Right car with the wrong thang

Pushing in my mama van

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Cause they putting us in boxes now i'm breaking us free