This is a song about "Fancy lifestyle"

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Thats the lifestyle me and my crew

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

//this is not the ghetto lifestyle i live, y'all know my story

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I never smiled as a juvenile

They can’t do much, they grew up seein’ that lifestyle,