This is a song about "Blue car rolling down the street"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Yeah i'm cold, rolling down your street with your dad's skin as my coat

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Sometimes i think, what i need

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

The windows rolling down the boulevard. want something outta me but i don't do

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,