This is a song about "Expensive"

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

You're just mad that i'm like expensive toilet paper

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas/

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

My bumpers bent license suspended renewals expensive

My expensive eye invention

What up girl, tell me how you been

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Now momma told me be careful who you love

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/