This is a song about "Haitian driver"

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I was even influenced by my taxi driver,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Gone to soon never thought it would end like dis. driver of that car never turns himself in.

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Dead. driver of the car never slows down or looks back to see. take a look back yellow crime

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I"m the designated driver

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you