This is a song about "Cuban guys"

And keep away from clients this bad guys

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Her last nigga cheated just like the other guys

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

The things they say went a little too far

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Incase they get jumped my 20 guys

I'm everything that they call nice

Making the guys who belong silent

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,