This is my muthafuckin jam right here. Did that read like a white guy talking G, because it should have? For real though, this song takes me back to High School and ‘cruising the beach in my friend’s beat up Chevy Corsica. The thick breeze of salty air painting our skin through rusted floorboards, the bass rattling the factory speakers, the sideways looks of passerbys—mostly tourists—at a car full of white kids screaming the chorus at the tops of our lungs; we were carpooling gangsters!