This is a song about "All the things"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

And after all the filthy things that u deserve are done..

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Well we're not and your caught in the disgusting things saying it's all trusting

The day before is better than the present

All the good things do come to an end

Imagine being me, all the things that i see,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Looking at all the latest so i can be the bravest all the things that you have purchased

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I've seen all the things that pass me by

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Imma make em proud buy em all the finest things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings