This is a song about "V8 mustang"

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

And its simple as that baby

Living young and wild and free

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Go to your little horse tell girls they need a saddle

Cant get enough, she likes it rough

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

And i can't help but notice

It's probably to rough

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Feels like im a horse n my life is the chariot,