This is a song about "Impala ss"

Wanted to hit, but then i started to spit, got a pitch

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

I will fittle fattle mittle mattle tittle tattle you around

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

As i light one for ill will

Stunt tattle fuckin tea kettle,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Coming up in the impala.

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

I'm gonna ascend and defend

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend