This is a song about "Digits"

So i quitted 'n' lifted the digits to see who complicity wins it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Look at her figuer, i could never win her, fuck i need to get those digits,

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

I will pivot for digits but i'm not morphing into something i'm not just for a shot to the top,

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

We get them second digits and go blow it on some simple shit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket