This is a song about "Westside drive by"

I was in a drive by, killed the lights like a pro as i glide by,

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

I'll come up to you, spray you down, and drive-by when you're home alone,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I guess thats just central drive

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Over the bridge, i drive off,

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

But usually i'll do a drive-by screwface at posses

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese