This is a song about "Trains and shit"

And went and got some new shit

With g's in my pocket

Bunnign up pure haze,hopping the barriers and running up to the trains,to the raves out

That foriegner is now dislocated incarcerated he is out and bout

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Guess i see it's my turn

And shit i live to learn,

Your shit is dead and outdated

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

How bout we blow this bit

And drop the gossip shit,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

And your raps shit, looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit