This is a song about "With a motha fukin sawed off"

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

I'ma knock 'em off like balance when you're riding with a saddle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Drive off in the sunset with a smile on my face.

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

I got my sawed-off and they will pay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.