This is a song about "Ar s"

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

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Bad, just like an 80's car

How simple they are

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

S on my chest like a superman vest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent