This is a song about "Sex drugs police and cars"

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars