This is a song about "Pull up to car lot drop couple bands on a 2door coupe"

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Pull up to my trap, i full plays

Occupiers fled to the sound of a car purr, all stirrin' up a blizzard

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

With my flow, although i got a lot to work on i know,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Yeah i then sold a couple o's to a couple hoes

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands