This is a song about "Curb"

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Then i turn and cross over the median curb

Feeding feins my words these nerds converse upon a curb

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

On the right lane, where the curb lay

She can't know where my mother stay

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Than sit on the damn curb the whole day

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

If you didn't know i feel this way

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Than i take your girl kick her to the curb

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

Blow purp, swerve like you curved at the curb,