I'm getting kicked out the car.

getting kicked out of club cuz i was young when i got kicked out of club bro that shit sucks you got security guards beating the shit out you

And then, BOOM, you get hit by a motherfuckin' car, bitch! BOOM, BOOM!

I feel like getting kicked out of the club is way more worse than being kicked out of the car because, you know, if it was like in high school, then after you got kicked out of the club, the people, the high school kids that was in the club, the next day they're gonna remember and they'll be all over on social media like, oh my god, they got kicked out of the club. And for me, I cannot handle that much embarrassment, even though I can, but I can't, I don't know.

As long as I get out checked out the club glitter on my face Waze all good

Is it like a moving car, or is it just like a car just staying put? Because if it's a moving car, then it's worth getting kicked out of the club. I don't even know why there's a comparison. I don't want to die. I can go to another club, a bar. I can go home, watch TV, do my shit. But if it's a moving car, *****, I'm dead.