This is a song about "It"

Now easy does it, you can't do it like deezy duz it,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Yes we bout it bout it/

Look inside my closet

Check it in, do it anyhow

Bitches ain't around one thou

Whatever started it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

It makes me sad to see it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

So go and ride it, roll it up and ignite it

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Check it in, do it anyhow

That's why all i want is you now