This is a song about "Terrys garage"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

It's a catastrophy to feel the ground quake from the stage all the way to your house garage fucker

And this will be the song that we sing

And garage for what i'm driving.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

I need a 17 car garage

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Garage open, this moment is golden

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage