This is a song about "The elements"

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

No one knows what to say

The key is the only way

Never exposed to elements, nothing but lima bean

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Im the one waring the mussel,

Don’t you ever get too comfortable