This is a song about "Garage"

Garage open, this moment is golden

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

I was born to do the damn thing

And garage for what i'm driving.

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice