This is a song about "In my escalade"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

So rest in peace in my hand

That we can't forget the past

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

In my cabriolet

And we here to stay

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

I mean the game been dry

Yow am ridin around in my

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight