This is a song about "Asset tags"

I didn't get invited, im the one that tags along,

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Bring them toe tags in again

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Capers vanish paper railroads, that's how much i'm asset rich

Better check ur facts b, i pop tags like its acne,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Murder everybody thats my asset,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

But i keep that to myself, i never tell and rip the tags.

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Passive asset cash sandwich, you could say i'm a pacifist^16

I am only a man and i don't know what to think