This is a song about "Get in the car"

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

I'm in my other car

She prayed on me passing that bar

Your music in the car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,

Dumped her unconscious body in the back of my car and drove away/

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

The engine in back of my car

You're in a seminar

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

I left the fucking place and sat in my car and took a chill pill

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill