This is a song about "The panther"

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Enter the building through the window

In the heat of the summer,

And i just want to hold her

I need to free them

Do the math, get the sum

The realist in the game

Well rick james, maury jane

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the