This is a song about "Terrys garage"

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And garage for what i'm driving.

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

I need a 17 car garage

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Garage open, this moment is golden

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

We raiders of the lost ark

Like a small garage in your backyard