This is a song about "Bugatti and lamborghini"

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Do not attempt to interfere

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Why me, i say it cause we number one

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

Versace odor and lamborghini owner

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over