This is a song about "Croosing down the streat in my 64"

Like nala in the jungle to soften the edges down,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Looked down like i had a knife in my hand

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

I am much better

Down in the dirt never

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Around my new found,hypness that shut the fucking hood down,

It's time my partner in crime lay down a rhyme

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

In this city so just bow down to my feet

I'm shutting shit down in the mall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall