This is a song about "Tu ac"

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

Hard as crashin' an ac in the back of a truck, i'm the devil

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Packin' a mack in the back of the ac

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Check it, my first verse was more deadly then tu pacs curse,