This is a song about "Bugatti and lamborghini"

Word...bugatiis i just wake up in wait uh min u aint got no bugatti ok..i was playin bitch

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rolling in my bugatti

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Versace odor and lamborghini owner

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant