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**