This is a song about "Cleavland steamer"

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

Don't need to drink, don't need to smoke,

Here nigga on the road

Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids

Oh the shame... i'm flowin like some roller blades

Breathing heavy foggy from steam

Be the king, that was part of my dream

My raps bleed speed nigga need to let of steam

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Spent a long time coming up this road

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/