This is a song about "Hanging in the car"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Get some in the car! then fucken cum in your jaw!

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Your music in the car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

With out you following me in the car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Down the street to the car,

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star