This is a song about "Koenigsegg"

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

My nigga told me meditate to teach my mind to elevate

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service