This is a song about "The lakers"

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

My garage full of cars that bounce

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Tryna find the one

The bigger the the fun

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Take the exit, the nearest left