This is a song about "Sevin one six repping turn up"

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

For tryin' to communicate through a song

When they have no one else to turn to until dawn,

Just put your hand on the glass

I mean turn up the bass

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

One day you're words are gonna turn fatal

This stuff's like a fixed up pick-up you got for six bucks

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Turn the bling up like imma pharoah