This is a song about "The 10 plages"

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Put the key in, then the ignition starts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Carried off the playground into the street.

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

I'm the dude with the car, a superstar

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Off of the topic, call me the prospect.

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset,

A legend have to bow, africa

Shits hilarious, take the game to the

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Taste the chowder as i waste the founder