This is a song about "Asset tags"

Murder everybody thats my asset,

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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

Bring them toe tags in again

Hoes row got beans in them

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

That lil kid jackin tags, leavin people black and blue.

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you