This is a song about "Garage"

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Like a small garage in your backyard

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Garage open, this moment is golden

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

And garage for what i'm driving.

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