This is a song about "Buying"

Castle and crooks sweater

He's buying me leather

That your buying and there loving it,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Or raps n' uproots from bad routes to buying matte coupes.

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

But if you're just now buying tickets then i'm charging a late fee

Then they caught buying a pawnshop/

Ey, butt rape on a female cop