This is a song about "Ar ab"

The, the, the, is the acta-cle in my ar-se-nal i start that flow

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

We be in the party like we own that bar

If i ever see you, i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

Just like ab soul said so i pay homage to him.

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

If you ever see me? i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

With an ar-16 and shoot up the whole fucking lobby

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar