This is a song about "Sai gon"

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Got a seat, ain't gon budge

Aint gon repeat this shit

Pass that, catch back, fast that

I want to feel her in every way

Cause someday this rap shit gon' pay.

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Or music you gon slang to

Raised by a momma who, who

She gon get this work all night

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

That's the way, you can move it baby

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

That gon' be the realist tell em