This is a song about "Beemers benzes and bentleys"

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And remember what i said and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

It still will come up clever

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

She got me caught up in the moment

What i do, through and through and

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And like to boast and brag

Ain't even tryna hold back

Grab the scissors and saws and

Put the purp in the blunt

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass