This is a song about "I 75"

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Put the purp in the blunt

I know thats what i trust

Then put it into sex drive

Man, i know i should apologize

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

To tell the truth most if you lil niggas wack

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I messed up i guess, i will admit