This is a song about "Walking down the street with a beer in my hand"

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

Rolling down the street in my suv

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Looked down like i had a knife in my hand

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

With a blunt in there hand,

And i can write a hook fast

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Walking up the street, hear a whistle. brrr! that ain't nice.

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Walking down the dark corridor with chloroform like the avengers going against