This is a song about "Helth and safety in the music industry"

Your music in the car

I don’t care where ya are

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Industry and the strings attached to yours

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

And 2 glocks and how you best in this industry you dont know