This is a song about "Ellie kendal"

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

My bank of america account got six figures

Your on fire.. your on fire

And i ain't frontin for her

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

We gunna take over

Like the times my bank starts texting me

While i'm making history

Ima slow it down, down, down

But im trying to run this town

Man it goes on and on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Now im getting them on

When you took my hand up so calm