This is a song about "My cutlass"

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My streaks my testament.

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Got me rushed to the station

Family my motivation

When it's all said and done

Dissecting my specimen

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I live my life in tha fast lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever