This is a song about "Bianca del rio"

Imma make it rain

Run out of drinks, no complain

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Brain's a stream of insanity

But for now, i'm on the run

Hold on you can see my vision

So i better head out, gotta run

They say that karats help your vision

I want in my life i can't run

Lord knows that four door fit eight women