This is a song about "Spitting bars in car"

Me while i was shoved in a cop car,

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

That gyal want mi ride har

Your music in the car

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

I'm vicious with the spitting, are you even spitting new bars?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Last thing they remember is me spitting these bars in their memory

Tryna find the one

In the car with a gun,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Spitting bars of lead, you turn them into gold