This is a song about "Faggots money bitches enemies fast cars gold chains"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Get money then bitches

When you feel like this

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

To best with ease, bare adjectives as fast as teeth, against enemies,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze