This is a song about "So where are the other 200"

Her mother on the other hand wasn't so good

This information is vital, look

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Where they are afraid of all the insults

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Where the only crew to move that dope, i spit so fast, the beat so slow,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

The other rappers are just alright,

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Crockadillys are the shoe for where ever you go

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh