This is a song about "Garage"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Like a small garage in your backyard

And i can't help but stare, cause

I need a 17 car garage

In my drawsring, ring, ring

And garage for what i'm driving.

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

Garage open, this moment is golden

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss