This is a song about "The takeo"

As the king upon the throne

Blackberry and t phone

Down the street to the car,

Young money, d-town's all star

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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