This is a song about "Cantonese mandarin"

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Few times you been around that circuit

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Grab a couple grand and lay up in iceland

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Three town homes in delaware

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

You're my grand prize only on my second try