This is a song about "Niggas and strippers and hoes and weed and cars and ghetto and sagging and ebonics"

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Never can i straight face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

They would spit and clap ya, but speak fake ebonics,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks