This is a song about "A ferrari"

A store that dosen't get a

Just a little nigga

My ambition to blow

It's a yes or a no

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Like a baby without a diaper

Your a horse without a saddle

As i light one for ill will

A bunch a singers and sinners

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Hard to move on when you always regret one

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon