This is a song about "Get in the car"

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

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

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

In the car inna cense like i baptize

Your music in the car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Fuck it, i'm done

In the car with a gun,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,