This is a song about "Stops"

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Listen to the beat and everything around just stops

I know they pay me too much of attention

Wont drop till the rhyme stops and goes thin

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

It never stops it's eternal,its going to be hurtful,

Take off in 7 trolley stops, the goal is cops

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

My bens stops with a beep make some friends but not with the cops

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Y'all know i'm on that fast track, but nigga ain't no pit stops,

When all of a sudden the ride stops with a bump

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different