This is a song about "Me and my dad driving fancy cars"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

I walk around understanding the politics

Icouldnt let my dad go , so love for me was never exposed/

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

My dad caught me and told me "dat i didnt gave u the permit"

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Ha, running rebel on another level

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars