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

But i put my trust in him

Got me rushed to the station

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

N' i put him back in the box he was stored within

We both had dreams of being great

I'm way too chill, in the car i stayed

5 seats in the car we hot boxed in

I get special attention

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

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

Your music in the car

I know i've came so far

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

In the car inna cense like i baptize

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs