This is a song about "Ferrari"

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Bitches gettin mad when i hit their ferrari

Im already past that zipping by in a ferrari they in a hatchback

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

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

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny