This is a song about "Pullup passit hitup the burner"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Claiming how they got the burner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

The more battles the better the flows

Here they keep a rachet close

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Whoo ride with the burner in the blackened lex/

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

If i had a burner i'd pop that ass off and spit it

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Alcohol and booty calls