This is a song about "Silver mustang"

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

Too good in between the sheets in the mustang now we call em love seats

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Because i'd only break my teeth if i tried to bite my silver tongue

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Not now not ever

I like silver better!..

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?