This is a song about "Buying"

Baby, you know who you are

He's buying me leather

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

Bun b, i’m underground king

That's what they get for not buying

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Knew she was dying but with the mixes she kept buying

Then they caught buying a pawnshop/

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

That your buying and there loving it,

At times i like to watch out the latest shit