This is a song about "Expensive shit"

How bout we blow this bit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

It's all good, finna dog that

I ain't playin with this shit

Razor grips, laser spit

I talk about real shit

You're uncool like my mother kin

My expensive eye invention

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Your talking shit dropping shit like toxic

Saying they this and that

Aint gon repeat this shit

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars