This is a song about "Not legal"

Not coincidental

As i light one for ill will

Figuratively, not literally

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

When you fly as a bitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Trying not to slip i'm trying not to stumble

People roll their eyes like naww probably not

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

He say, she say, oh my god

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Little do you know i put in pills that are barely legal

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

No not really, im not a tough guy,