This is a song about "Summa lumma"

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Frightening, so fucking frightening

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

See em from the water from my motor boat

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

The things they say went a little too far

The engine in back of my car

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

I rap fast they rap plod, i'm living in fantasy with ma rap rod

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

But the motor died, i'm a soldier who never dies

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach