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

Cause everytime you come around

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

Uncle killed at louis's burgers

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

See i can put down the pipe

Drug dealer on the right

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

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

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for