This is a song about "Seat belt"

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

This flow is automatic like i'm packing it in my belt.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Your belt, yea, try and seduce me/

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I feel like i'm stuck like i'm sitting in the center seat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I'm asleep in the front seat

Spark that shit, lean back in seat

Have no souls indeed

I'm jumpin out my seat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Humpy dumpy, in front seat

We can't catch the beat