This is a song about "Slamming"

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming

Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound