This is a song about "The chariot"

From the cradle to the grave

Go get the money out the safe

A thug niggas in tha house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Tell me what that feel like

In the face of the outside.

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

She in a chariot every way

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

The paper to the pen.

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I'm the operator, the administrator.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her