This is a song about "Lariat kipper sortie tuckahoe fandango anachronism dungaree blitzkreig hierarchy pentathlon"

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

When your not around me all i think about is you

To destroy artist till you'll have to guess the numbers by triple digit estimates.

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Every sport making baskets at the court

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Hard to throw 4 years out the window

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Cos i get more ass than 3 toilet seats combined

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

But seemingly believe it though

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars