This is a song about "Champagne showers"

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

And champagne poppin' every night, y'all don't understand?

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

But you hate them navel kisses

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Counting on my powers, showers, #i #drop like bausch and lomb

Who gets his rocks off in the showers staring down the trousers of some washed up rapper

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Asteroid showers are my solution to rap cowards

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free