This is a song about "Blackjack and hookers"

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Magic city tipping them

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

But i let off everything i have

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Grab the scissors and saws and