This is a song about "A ferrari"

Its gonna be a a test

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

That’s only if they handle

Your a horse without a saddle

A boy taken for a goon

You can pick the next room

Rather beatin on the bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner