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

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Better yet they work my every nerve

Paranoid, sittin in my loafers

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

Dumped her unconscious body in the back of my car and drove away/

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood