This is a song about "Put him in the car"

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Put them in a confined box and own him

5 seats in the car we hot boxed in

And i like my girls with ambition

With out you following me in the car

See, i like the person that you are

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Cut him up, put the pieces in a case

In the car with a gun,

We have nothing in common

Half your body laying on my chest

Life has put him to the test

I wanted him to put his hands in places they shouldnt be/

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city