This is a song about "Pinhead gunpowder"

In the car with a gun,

We have nothing in common

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

No one can fucking touch us

And like a boxer im beat her box,

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

To powder and sniff, you surmount to a whiff

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

You just another tool in the tool box

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

I got that powder, i got that white