This is a song about "You are ay"

Are you fast? it don't matter

My records sell, yes sir

Who do you think you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And they didn't realize till we grad jew ay tad

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

"ay yo what the fuck's wrong wit u bitch?

They vaguely decipher my language

The engine in back of my car

When you know that you are

Where you welcome to problems

You all are just sitting ducks