This is a song about "It security"

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

It makes me sad to see it

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Check it in, do it anyhow

Because it's so much pressure now

I know the world been waiting for that

I'm living it and i own it,

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Im in it to win it. i did it. i killed it.

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension