This is a song about "Rollin in my car"

The engine in back of my car

Young money, d-town's all star

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

That gyal want mi ride har

Who smokin in my car?

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Slumdog far apart any sub par

'bout to get my other car

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,