This is a song about "Buying whips"

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Now you buying birthday presents

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

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

One verse is all it takes

I’d be buying her chains

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Knew she was dying but with the mixes she kept buying

Like whips n chains give me brain pull your hair

No medal here, i'm well aware

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

I crash whips when my track skips