This is a song about "Sub way"

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

You're sub-par, so i'll ignite your finest write-

She can't know where my mother stay

The truth but thats the way

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

After he just got out, 15 years to count

U feel sum type of way,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Bitches sittin on a sub, now her booty's loud.

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that