This is a song about "Audi tt"

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now you speaking my language

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

And if get back up, you will be put right down,

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And at the exact same time

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack