This is a song about "Cheap stuff"

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Remember your next life bla bla bla bla talk is cheap

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

Niggas is unifying as we speak

I wouldn't be famous

He's the one doing his stuff

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

No more showering you with stuff,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus