This is a song about "40 glock will blow up your block cause your a cop you dumb thor"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Your crew won't back you up neither will your thin vest

We got money to go get baby

Stress will make your blood boil, lock you up you see.

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

I will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

About to block your light till you dont even have your shadow

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Better yet they work my every nerve

Uh, your brains will blow up just like fireworks

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

There's a bunch of cocks in your ballpark that you can blow bitch!"

Cause you can never give up your life

Hop in and let me test drive