This is a song about "Charlotte the harot"

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Keep spitting like that, then you will be a charlotte bobcat

To the voice of the oblivion,

But this gon make us rich mr. reagan

Magic city tipping them

The paper to the pen.

Call on one of your girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

My garage full of cars that bounce

The bigger the the fun

Mami... she open, she open