This is a song about "Self driving cars"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And garage for what i'm driving.

But he don't rule a thing

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

And let's change the way we treat each other

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Relying only on self

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Late nights and early flights, rushing right now

Driving around in a plow, pow!