This is a song about "Fuckin wit a rizza sippin off a shizza"

I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Imma push these weak niggas off a fuckin stairwell

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

Im a nigga wit a couple magic tricks up his sleeve

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Its nuttin to flash, but fuckin wit cas will get you buck or buck n- a half.