This is a song about "The homies lit an about to go out ballin"

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Ima hit it just to keep the blunt lit

I dont get it lit, why jeopardize my life to the size

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

I'm about to go super nova

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And i’m talkin, passenger action

I'm the coldest out ballin