This is a song about "Smoking indo selling drugs driving cars van nuys skateboarding"

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Follow the irony, dick van dyke,to get use to lifeline,

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars