This is a song about "Beemers benzes and bentleys"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

And stop playing hide and seek,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment

Live from the lamont's rose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows