This is a song about "Champagne and shrapnel"

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

Shrapnel bones and fucking glass shards ripping through your chest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down

Nobody ain't own us yet

Shrapnel and shard in my leg

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,