This is a song about "Ass titties booty expensive clothes and shoes"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth