This is a song about "Seat in hell"

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

But hey yo look, money from across the street

You will do anything to get in the driving seat

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

This man is dapper, manufactured in hell

I'm asleep in the front seat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.

Me and my peeps often meet

Spark that shit, lean back in seat

Then sit empty in hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Loud as hell screaming out the back seat