This is a song about "6ix9ine reckless drugs city jersey guns cars rich bustdown vvs1 cuban link"

I feel like i got fifty cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

My cousins home town is new jersey

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Run away from the cars...

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

My slight fo's just talk dirty

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Bun b, i’m underground king

Yung-n-reckless in the building

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options