This is a song about "Cruisin up in my gold ferrari"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Im already past that zipping by in a ferrari they in a hatchback

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,