This is a song about "The pinkprint"

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

You know...you know who you are

Down the street to the car,

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Still the man with the pan

Both: this the perfect plan