This is a song about "Impala ss"

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

'cuz in a few years that's all we'll have, so i stay wide awake,

Still wide awake, yet i should be yawning,

I'm up early in tha morning

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I'm blasting off like a rocket ship acknowledge him

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

See em from the water from my motor boat

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

What is a relationship but a wasted trip on a plated ship

Hole in the hull, busted ship

It shows i know a bit