This is a song about "Life in the car buisness"

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'm way too chill, in the car i stayed

You get close but no cigar

The engine in back of my car

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

You know...you know who you are

Who smokin in my car?

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

We be in the party like we own that bar

Grinding real hard got the green in the front of the car, smoke coming out of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

In the devoid of life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep