King Los - Ransom Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Aight I'm on 'em like click clock, red dot
One flinch, fifth pop, head shot
Rap is mine, hip-hop, headlock
Time is money, tick tock, bread drop
Red drop top down while she top me off
Cause I make the paper double like I'm running copies off
Keep running circles around rappers and I'll be signed
But I'll be dammed if it ain't looking like a Audi sign
Fuck it pop some bottles off its party time
My flow over niggas heads like an Arby's sign
Where they do that at?
I'm from where they doin' it at
I'm prob'ly up in Gucci coppin' everything you pointed at
Wrapping rubber bands around knots on niggas
So your bitch follow me when she not on Twitter
You know I keep a chick or two
Just trying to bring a chick or more
Known to take three chicks and put 'em in a figure four
Boy, you can see the game through this artist's eyes
I push a yellow school bus I got retarded drive
I'm from the bottom boy, I don't give two fucks
Broke up with my bitch and all I needed was my toothbrush
Give me some polo V-necks and some new chucks
And I can make a couple hundred thousand out of two bucks
Little kids screaming, "Los bring the roof back!"
And when it disappear they screaming, "Los bring the roof back!"
I'll have your ho parting thighs in my new V
I had your whole starting five in the 2-3
I'll bitch your starters and make them start to bitch
I'll bench ya starters and make you start your bench
Nigga I start the Bentley and garage the six
Hook up with two broads around five and menage at six
5..4..3,2, uno
Clique push weight like we do sumo
Wrestling, no question, Los flexing, don't test him
Y'all niggas got, no bitches, no bottles, no section
And I ain't got no pity, no sorrow, no remorse
I'm married to the mothafucking money, no divorce
She morse, she dripping, she wet, she cumming
She told her girlfriend she said, "Next time, she coming!"
A-long cause I make her cum a long time
'Til it sounds like she's humming a song of mine
When a ace on the table, jokers get they queen took
Beat her with the dope dick, leave her with the fiend look
Drop-top Mazi's on Asanti's that's a mean look
Three-quarter-sleeve Gucci button down, clean look
Riding with a redbone, look the way her team look
So you better bet it's goin' down like a Kareem hook
Yeah I want the milli-ons and not the one that Dream took
Point three, ghetto dope bitch I let the thing cook, uh...