This is a song about "Boasting"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Stop the boasting our i start roasting and toasting

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Why you boasting, end up choking, like eminem on 8 mile when the black dude

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude