This is a song about "When you cook that baby imma buy you a mercedes"

I need a backyard full court size

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

That got your mother high

To convince you to buy

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Imma just teach you the kinda shit that you need,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

That you don't buy my album, save your money yo do not invest

I drive a mercedes

Right flows down and they might go nice

But baby when i tell you this trust me

We got money to go get baby

I could buy you a bracelet but you won't take it

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Do you wanna buy it?