This is a song about "Garage"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Lebron number nine's, i ain't trynna floss

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

And garage for what i'm driving.

Like a small garage in your backyard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Garage open, this moment is golden

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

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

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise