This is a song about "Taxi"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Taxi! i need a ride to the real world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

You headin' to his car for some taxi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I was even influenced by my taxi driver,

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

You pussy emcees need to get a taxi home