This is a song about "Spied on you in my metro truck"

You in my neighborhood they'd drive-by for steppin' on turf,

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

You said that my rhymes belong on disney, but yet you want no cussing in a rap battle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

We hooked up... in the back of my homeboys truck.

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

You turn on my light for my day when it dark in my brain

I was born and raised in metro detroit, so it's a fact that if

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

From the shaft on my my waist in case you was bout to ask him

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation