This is a song about "Shitty jeep grand cherokee"

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

They could never understand

I fill the stands, ladies think im grand

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Rollin down the block in that jeep

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

It was shitty without a doubt

I've got nothin' to worry about

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Any way you can

Bases full, i grand slam/

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string