This is a song about "Diss rich boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

It's a beautiful bliss

Don't realize this is a diss

I be murdering bars

Just show them boys whos boss

Spit a poem or a diss

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass