This is a song about "Bugatti and lamborghini"

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Me and you just need to talk a bit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

What up girl, tell me how you been

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Grab the scissors and saws and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

I got something you've been waiting for

Versace odor and lamborghini owner