This is a song about "Champagne"

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

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

Y'all sippin' in champagne, while we're just drinkin' coffee

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I remember last night i was poppin champagne

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

And now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

And i don't rely on no bitches

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is