This is a song about "Champagne"

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Celebratin', pop a cork sip that smooth champagne

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

And getting money is the song i sing

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne.

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain