This is a song about "Im sittin back in my new car with my gurl lookin up at the stars"

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

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I wake back up i cant find my car i gotta blues clues

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

With my niggas in the back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

While i’m sittin’ back in my office jackin’ off to my plaques

She is far bizarre

Who smokin in my car?

Sittin' in the back with a mind like his

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Lookin at my boys like

Couple grand when i rock the night

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Take a crack at battling me, you'll be out back with my notepad up your damn ass