This is a song about "The coupe is retarded louis my carpet don t get us started i m back on that boss shit"

Put that shit back on my shelf, started up dumb it down,

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

They didnt get the leadership the boss is out abroad

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

We never can eat on the carpet

That's when you know you doing shit

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Don't make me get started, my flow is retarded/

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit