This is a song about "Beemers benzes and bentleys"

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Living young and wild and free

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Not me u be the hero, you wont be drivin bentleys none,

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

And don't ever (and don't ever)

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And like to boast and brag

And their mothers and fathers

To war with the coppers