This is a song about "The backcountry"

She said she's never had a man

Still the man with the pan

Miami nights, ain't another one

The bigger the the fun

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

I'm why baby mamas leave

As the tao converted the thief

So let 'em chase love

Where the fuck the chorus