This is a song about "Tiptoein in my jordans"

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Yow am ridin around in my

And i can write a hook fast

So rest in peace in my hand

Yow am ridin around in my

These haters hope i hurry up and die

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Im my own person in my own lane,

In my cabriolet

To throw it all away

I lost my connection with my woman

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes