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

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

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

Tie you up put you in the trunk and drive your car into a hospital

In the car with a gun,

And it weighs a ton

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

5 seats in the car we hot boxed in

With out you following me in the car

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Put them in a confined box and own him

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