This is a song about "Vains are sexi"

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Just because of who we are,

'bout to get my other car

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

That gal want me ride har

Blessed to be who they are

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Women front, they get its cold

Are so good while yours are mold

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Whether teddy or pat