This is a song about "Buy you a home"

I mean the game been dry

To convince you to buy

Do you wanna buy it?

Bitch you should see my wallet

Money can’t buy you happiness but you can pursue,

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

I wanna buy grills so big you can put it on a crocodile smile

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Buy a dime, maybe more, finish that than smoke some more,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Let me tell you about thing you couldn't buy

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job