This is a song about "Westside drive by"

Quietly violent drive irises

And wonder how we ever came to this

Over the bridge, i drive off,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I know your nervous swervin like it's you first drive by

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Its like this drive i have inside, fascinated by lies, there ant no compromise,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Like curses on the radio

Let a nigga drive slow,

I don't drive by, i walk up to random people with a gun

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

I drive a mercedes

We can make more, make babies