This is a song about "Curb"

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

I've become immune to you no name haters

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Pink drank on, sprite work

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Than i take your girl kick her to the curb

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Before a nigga finish put in the work

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

That curb don't mean a thing

Know that it’s god working

Then i turn and cross over the median curb

This a different motor man better go to work