This is a song about "Whiskey fucking in parking lots passion laughter"

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Your definition ain't even found in pauling,took my laughter left me sorrowful

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

In the shire there ain't no dragons what happen to havin' passion

See, i like the person that you are

Made me fucking die from my own laughter,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

But that's what he liked her

The speed causes laughter

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in