This is a song about "Champagne showers"

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Grab a glass baby, lemme pour the champagne/

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

You say you baptized our minds like my rhymes in showers,

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Asteroid showers are my solution to rap cowards

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield