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

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Just ride hop up in the coupe

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

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

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

So i throw a couple more bars till his fucking knees drop

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels