This is a song about "The lexus"

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

That's word to my mom

The weed into the bong

You just do your thing chick

Got the passion for the music

It sends her on a trip so right

In the face of the outside.

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Those pieces that make you want a lexus

The replacement of the word "mother"

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Enter the building through the window

Lost my nigga over nothing though

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix