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

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

I walk down the hallway to my class

So chase the air hide your stash

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Sit the fuck down you clowns like you in in school suspension

Turn the ihome down, you're in my zone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

If the day comes that u say its over ima be sitting in my down in the rain,

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Possessor of nukes down in my cellar

Or something that you paid for

Down the ryan, in a scion

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun