This is a song about "V8 mustang"

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Hopefully the next album can help me out

I will thrive my style to an entire crowd,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Too good in between the sheets in the mustang now we call em love seats

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

It's like my whole entire life's a project like it's public housing,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Trust me, if my niggas pitch, i can't catch

'cause i'm comin' at you like a dark horse

I put these poems all in these songs