This is a song about "Tha corey lyfestyle"

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Of your memories in tha dozen

Something wicked this way come

I got tha word as hell

The twin towers fell

It's been nothing but pain

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Ya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Cause i'm tha leader and the speaker.

And then along came the wrong man for her