This is a song about "Garage"

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

Garage open, this moment is golden

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

I need a 17 car garage

Always knew where the pot was

Like a small garage in your backyard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard