This is a song about "Ur mums car"

In the car with a gun,

I'm caged up in state prison

Baby, you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Your music in the car

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave