This is a song about "Fancy shit"

With alla this whack shit

You can feel it via spirit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

But this ordinary shit

Never asked nobody for shit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Happen to you , nothing is shit