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

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

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

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

I'mma sign that work and release that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

But i'll hit you like tampa bay lightning struck

Rapping fast like a florida tornado

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe