This is a song about "In my chevrolet"

Yow am ridin around in my

Three j's took me this high

In my cabriolet

I can't keep running away

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

My mind's discombobulated, in my thought's it's agitated,

Miami nights, made a couple grand

So rest in peace in my hand

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

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet