This is a song about "Go make your own car poem"

So rap and i go back like asses in car seats/

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Go grab your #diapers.. you'll just make a sea

Out of you, then i smashed up your car

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Your music in the car

That gal want me ride har

I never wanna settle for this life i'll make it better when i go and then i get it on my own right

Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizina brother bite the bullet, open fire and i died

I make my own music, i even produce,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

You created your own thief,

And all my childhood memories

And i like the hoes that need passion

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.