This is a song about "Put a bitch nigga on the first 48"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Now watch me climb these fucking stairs and put this nigga on the roof

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Ill put yo bitch on blast

Put me on a track i'll rap the microphone with e's (ease)

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I put them shooters on the corners like that nigga dirk

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Plus bitch, i put myself on -reduction- mode

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

When i put my tongue on automatic im the first in the draft pick

You're the first to put up a verse saying i'm worse

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars