This is a song about "Rapping in the car"

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Who smokin in my car?

She is far bizarre

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

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

We be in the party like we own that bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Your music in the car

Dumped her unconscious body in the back of my car and drove away/

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

All the time i missed in rapping

In my drawsring, ring, ring