This is a song about "After"

Even after many years

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

After i load the boat,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Took the van, went snatch her

Sippin' shots crippen after

Well right after lightning comes thunder

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Gets home after a night out

I must go like fly route

Its a war with the enemy

That's why i'm after this money

Get the fuckin ra after your

Or something that you paid for