This is a song about "Seat belt"

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Who ever on the thrown about 2 lose ur seat

Always stay advancing forward towards the next belt

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

I'm asleep in the front seat

Top dropped down, black on black

Head hancho got my seat back

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

This flow is automatic like i'm packing it in my belt.

I feel like i'm stuck like i'm sitting in the center seat

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Hello! everyone please take your seat,