This is a song about "Suicide guns exotic cars killing crips drive bys"

And mine somewhere bout mars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I do drive-bys in lincolns, they're all rented and tinted,

Hit and miss these fake crips

They bringing me fish and chips

Had no ambitions and no drive.

She need up in her life

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Hes got on some crips kicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Thinkin bout suicide