This is a song about "Citty full of sinners"

When all of the sinners just hollow beginners

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Boot full of the ounces

With a heart full of hate

Im still here but i can't skate

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

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

Hell, what's suppose to contain all of the sinners

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Its always full of horror

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

A book full of blank pages

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Belly full of paper bills

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips