T.R@bb - Rang 2 Rang [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
From block to block they know my name
These broads kiss me rang to rang
I might hop my whip then buy a chain
Play my verse in turning lanes
Watch me swang, watch me swang
I'm walking like I need a cane
I'm flexing like I'm serving 'caine
Blowing dank and drinking [?]
Showing my elbows on verses, claiming rank
Still clean my shoelaces in the sank
Still put 'em behind bars, you hear the clank
Wrecking ball at Wells Fargo, broke the bank
Play in the street, you should know what it is
Damn, free my brother Sid the Kid
Like a million dollar auction pick
The gave bro the longest bid

[Bridge]
But give me room, give me room
Give me room, give me room
Give me room, give me room
Give me room, give me room
You should bet on me, bet on me
Bet on me, bet on me
What you want me to hit nigga, seven or eleven?
Bet on me, bet on me

[Verse 2]
The second verse gets the hearse
My bars mean, my flow is worse
I'm smashing every ten I see until I retire sire, let me reverse
Every verse gets the hearse
My beats mean, my bars worse
I retire hitting, every ten I see over in Tennessee, Jevon Kearse
Tell 'em put they coat on
My lyrics getting too cold for 'em
Does this rag smell like chloroform?
Knock out line, let me roll on
In this Icecream and BBC
Plus I'm rocking cold stones
Told my contractor to build a moat around the crib
Show these jokers the king's home
And put rottweilers in the water
I'm flexing, finessing, feeling proper
Whipped up in the lil Miata
Hit mine over candy, lil piñata
I mean caesar's salad at the Caesar's
Feeling like Caesar, no big poppa
Feeling like a mobster eating lobster
Meanwhile on my sofa watching Shottas

[Outro]
From block to block they know my name
These broads kiss me rang to rang
I might hop my whip and buy a chain
Play my verse in turning lane