This is a song about "You drive me nuts"

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

If you wanna be the first to drive mini stars to parks

She wants me to drive her crazy/ hold up/ first let me test drive

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

You in my neighborhood they'd drive-by for steppin' on turf,

Noelle's here to drive me crazy

C’mon and let’s chill baby

And finally, everyone got their own problems

But without you girl, i feel like i'm going nuts

Proud of the fact,that they're making you nuts,

Amen, they say you only live once

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Nigga you must of gone nuts