This is a song about "Broward county"

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Be free in society or a prison mate

She self made, i'm self made

I'm in a zen mind state

Try to make a name for my respectable state

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

We just want you back at home

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

I’m not from alabama

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I aint comparing them cos dis aint my department!