This is a song about "Bullet train"

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

A shooting range with bullet limits

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Why do you like an extra on soul train

He couldn't take the pain so he took the train

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Boarded the late train, hair still the same,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Move from the past to the present on the train

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

They movement shit, that's a potty train

I train in spittin flames,

And i ain't got what it takes