This is a song about "Old people driving"

And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

You will do anything to get in the driving seat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And garage for what i'm driving.

Frightening, so fucking frightening

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

He started cursing everyone, people he don't know both young and old

See these lights got me on another level

Insomnia is driving me mental,

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision