This is a song about "Terrys garage"

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I used to have a nine to five

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

Like a small garage in your backyard

From the time that you stole my heart

I need a 17 car garage

I think found where your mind was

In my drawsring, ring, ring

And garage for what i'm driving.

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

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

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