This is a song about "Tampa florida"

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

But i'll hit you like tampa bay lightning struck

See i let my nigga split that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

Welcome to florida,catch a case go to court and im ordered out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming