This is a song about "Afro s"

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

It´s the battle of life

Rollin' down the four o five

And could i be a star

Bad, just like an 80's car

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I spazz, yo; flowing, i'm going, showing my afro

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

To make karma come faster than she normally will