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

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

And could i be a star

Who smokin in my car?

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

In the car with a gun,

We have nothing in common

In the car its getting hot as a bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

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

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car