This is a song about "Trying to get the biggest racks"

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

I'm cruising the dime, trying to get back to my pad in time

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

So i turn to look and find out

Trying to get out and around

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Biggest history to be made since the wrath of khan,

To figure out, that i'm the biggest terror intellect

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

I'm just trying to get mine

Promise me you won't step out of line

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,

All you niggas getting killed with your mouths opentrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping

When i get older imma be makin the biggest hits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks