This is a song about "Black people being noisy on a train"

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Why do you like an extra on soul train

Talking about the god you serve

Going to train on spiders

Carolina where i made it from

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My bars are like a store on black friday

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Customize a server instance like a model train

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true