This is a song about "It s on"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

And that´s how it has begun

I'm caged up in state prison

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

To take your vibe and shit on it, and spit on it

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,