[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
MC's prefferated, neatly decorated
Come here closer, let me show you ain't none overrated
This the slab album, come get eduicated
I'm tripple white and I'm sitting right, I know they hate it
Custom doors and red floors is how I'm plated
If you [?] on your chest, then, homie, say it
First, I bait them in
Then I play to win
Out here holding, tryna make the slab great again

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I'm so real, what it do? What's the deal?
Got they woman, grill, red skirts, long heels
Jackers better chill, got that chrome plated steal
No sir, you will never catch me slipping like an eel
Riding down that sky, jamming Screw and chopped [?]
Shout out to that Cream line, dollar dollar bills
Gold line, gold grill, what's up to the [?]
How you feel?
Red line, coming down, I'ma kill