This is a song about "Baccarat"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Not for a cop, hit the slot, pop and chop, i smoke alot

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

And den piss on ur pathetic and retarded little face

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Every time i drive to work it gets caught in the steering wheel

Come see real niggas on my team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Im hotta den...a sauna times a lava pit,

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

All the ladies just strip

So get up off that slave ship

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

You a trophy wife and its time to collect my winnings