This is a song about "Guns exotic cars hookers killing crips drive bys"

Getting exotic pussy, might fuck me a dolphin

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Baby, you got that super bass

She going to borrow some money

Drive camaros, hungry

I do drive-bys in lincolns, they're all rented and tinted,

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

Rub the wood and ima show em love

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince