This is a song about "Crusing in a ferrari"

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse

You know...you know who you are

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

In a room, roll a blunt, in my glass, fuck it fast

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

In the dark in a crack park, sparkin' off like a light,

They say your name for attention

It's just a phase you're in,

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,