This is a song about "In my escalade"

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

See with a district columbia vision

That's the window into the sky

Yow am ridin around in my

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Yow am ridin around in my

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Wrote my first track in my teenage years