This is a song about "A taxi cab"

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

You headin' to his car for some taxi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

A store that dosen't get a

Taxi! i need a ride to the real world,

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Its gonna be a a test

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,