This is a song about "Interstate 75"

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Cause them hoopin' ambitions was where it's at (uh)

I can always depend on my mama

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

As: i know just what you mean

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

Lets get fucked up to the bone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,