This is a song about "The jeep"

Baby, let me give you a call

From the bench to the ball

I get special attention

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Ok just listen up a little

It's the middle, the middle

She in the mountain jeep, always be mouthin me/

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You're the snow, i'm the sun

They say that karats help your vision

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Rollin down the block in that jeep

Niggas is unifying as we speak

Release the song, cash the lot

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop