This is a song about "Haitian driver"

I"m the designated driver

Something worth dying for

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

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

And if you fuck with me wrong you'll be screwed like the driver

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Can't forget dash lucky sittin in the driver seat

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

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