This is a song about "Citty full of sinners"

Full of this unbridled passion

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

And losin all his money

Full of myself, but still hungry

Full of myself, but still hungry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My personality is full of criminality

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

And these are my damaged petals

It's full of gold medals,

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost