This is a song about "Jacques cartier"

We went from street kid drug heads to wearing cartier sunglasses

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

We use to eat brownies and play mario cart,

I'd rather have me no job than no heart