This is a song about "Jimmy fallon lexus car contest on vine"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

My education stopped at a high school degree

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Yelling "swag" on a cops car 'til i fell down

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,