This is a song about "Boi your bootty stinks"

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Your on fire.. your on fire

And that i spent the night with her

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Parking lot of the blue flame

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

Your on fire.. your on fire

And then along came the wrong man for her