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

Catch you up on places i've been

5 seats in the car we hot boxed in

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Slumdog far apart any sub par

The engine in back of my car

And could i be a star

Who smokin in my car?