This is a song about "Southeastern tourist spots"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

I’m coming back like light-skin and

There spots that are vacant

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time