This is a song about "Owen s fetishes"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Black woman you cold

S queezys very bold

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

When they twist and talk with they fingers

You know...you know who you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,