This is a song about "Mario cart"

She wanna hop on top like a mario bro

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

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

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

See, i like the person that you are

Mario was a plumber

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Messing with 6 mario rappers on mushrooms

Messing with 6 mario rappers on mushrooms

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

There will be no more mario, lorenzo or antonio

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow