This is a song about "Hollywood groove"

Never move slow, always clever how i groove, yo,

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

Never move slow, always clever how i groove, yo,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

3 billion girls, guess i need to get my groove on

When they hear me rocking the groove

Zero options to choose

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

You won't be able to reproduce, or even dance to the groove.