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

Summertime in the city

I had on a black tee,

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Why do you like an extra on soul train

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Or become a noisy niebour fast just for a thrill

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

My bars are like a store on black friday

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

They movement shit, that's a potty train

I'm going off the top of the brain

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one