This is a song about "Got the 6packs"

The foes, they got bitter,

Going broke, no sir

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Like a fiend off the best rock

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

It's like you're my mirror

The foes, they got bitter,

Got caught in the system

And when it's said and done

That means i have no block

Got yo girl in the spot

Ive got the skills needed,

You just do your thing chick

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Got me rushed to the station