This is a song about "Pull up to car lot drop couple bands on a 2door coupe"

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

The things they say went a little too far

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Jokes on you i don't have a car

You know...you know who you are

We getting money, you can face the facts

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

Just ride hop up in the coupe

Pockets probably like fried food

The ville with a coupe rocket

I know the world been waiting for that

Occupiers fled to the sound of a car purr, all stirrin' up a blizzard

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard