This is a song about "Road rage blow jobs"

Suck on these nuts, blow bitch blow

This one right here for polo

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Recognize every rhyme or i just may rage

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

Magic city a lil bit of change

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

You sell yourself for better jobs

You sell yourself for better jobs

Sb nike's, with the grey box