This is a song about "Getting in ma truck"

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Let me rideuntil i get free

Ham ma living in the 21st century

With no hope left in ma eyes

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

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

In private, not public in the streets

I got a semi rapper in ma genes

Bring the battering ram where you live

Pop kerolos you're ma best friend in life,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Rollin in ma bentley, not even a fuckin dent in it//