This is a song about "After eating lunch we jump in the backseat and fuck"

Primetime wants to jump in the limelight and rhyme tight

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Thought after the peace we could all just act in defeat,

They say leave the cord and jump.

But nah, he is quite different

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Jump in line and fight, n.y. to alabama,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

When you're eating free lunch, people have the hope you lack,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Fuck the cash we going after ya ass man ya life's a stake