This is a song about "Garage"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

Like a small garage in your backyard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

It's a catastrophy to feel the ground quake from the stage all the way to your house garage fucker

Garage open, this moment is golden

And it rules everything around them

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

And garage for what i'm driving.