This is a song about "In culo"

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

And everybody's having sex

Its in operation

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Knocked out in the lunch in

She all on my skin

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

From the time that you stole my heart

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas baby

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see