This is a song about "Wheelieng bikes rolling on drug dealers ragging round beamers pullin out blades"

I gotta little clout

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

When you fly as a bitch

Then going on a drug binge

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Take me away away

Drug dealers til this day,

She wasn't faithful, always out creepin' round

I'mma catch you next time around