This is a song about "My lowered car"

Who smokin in my car?

And could i be a star

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

But my magic trick will cause a car to split,

A working genius, a work of art

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

Just to let you know, you are

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

You lowered ur guard in-spite of offense

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

To ditch my car,crash it into a psychological hospital/

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal