What mean the world to me
Other than my God, my family and my music, would probably be my cars
My kicks and my louie scarves
I'm sick, when I rap I cough, call me mr good bars
I be with cali ovar and we rip that cali O hard, but me I'm from the east
I parked a bunch o fancy cars on these misused streets
I ain't done a lot yet but my momma so proud of me
I'm a break my back to see her sittin on a pile o cheese
Walkin around pettin my pockets for my impala keys
Found em in a sofa cushion with a pack o easy widers
And two bags o purple kush
I even found a zippo lighter, I'm excited homie
I can't hide it, I can't wait to light it
Your girl in the co*k cause she tryna meet the pilot
My stock is steady risin, my top drop when I'm ridin
My volume at the highest
That's the only that I can way I can hear the music
Cause this motor ain't quiet
Don't ask if its for sale homie, cause you can't buy it
Damn n***a let me get a chance to drive it
My goal when I rap is to make listeners rewind it
And play it for their partners and say spitta got some nice sh**