This is a song about "Clean rap about platinum"

But this rap isn't just about you

And word i blew off herb i grew

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

You about as useful as a platinum wallet, you need to stop it,

The funny thing about, that fresh ass platinum, chain you bought

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

I'm rap like you simple and clean

You can't rap about drugs you don't do.

I bet that mirror gon show you

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

To make what i write worth to rap about