This is a song about "Bugatti and lamborghini"

Rolling in my bugatti

I stay lonely and cocky

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Blaze past you in my bugatti

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And remember what i said and

We wrote this song

And once i'm dead and gone

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Versace odor and lamborghini owner

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes