This is a song about "If the car locced we gone loccsmith it"

And they wont ever know what the hell we gone do..

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

It seems like the entire thing is stupid and that's never gone,

And we gone to the moon

You can pick the next room

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

5 seats in the car we hot boxed in

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

If you got talents you know we got all of it

One day it will be the past and gone

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game