This is a song about "Bugatti and laborghini"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And get it again and again

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

In a red bugatti, lookin' like i claim blood

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Ah fuck it i'll run your ass over with a bugatti

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

By mindless rappers on how they bought a new bugatti,

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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