This is a song about "Dont fuck with the street kings"

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Why the fuck it so cold, fuck it i dont wanna budge

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Fuckin' up my gold pots

We dont fuck with no cops,