This is a song about "In my escalade"

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

In my cabriolet

Just to make it in this broadway lights

"my flows can be employed in my lines

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

They bringing me fish and chips