My grandma was a wise old soul Took me by the hand not long ago Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound Of the wind that's blowin' through the trees Rivers flowin' to the sea Yeah they're all headin' home

That's that shit (Holla at a playa) I pull up, whip low in the Phantom With the wheels spinnin' Ladies like I'm in the back of the club Blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like In the spot where the girls go wild