This is a song about "Sitting in the front seat of the car"

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel, i'm asleep in the front seat

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Humpy dumpy, in front seat

I said i got my ass beat

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

But the one in front of the gun lives forever