They be sayin’ they wanna get that summer bod on, but I’m just tryina’ get this sweet beat on, it ain’t bout the rap it’s bout the crap you say, is you mumblin’ or is you makin bangers tryina’ stay away from the far swayers tryina make some paper, hangin with the stayers not the players takin’ your feelings’ like villains in the dark, you Tryina’ catch up but they to far, cause they the ones that got the physiological car, and trust me they hit the gas hard.