This is a song about "Fiji"

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

Ya’ll gonna suffer flood if i spit on my palm

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Always in the summer, man, pearl in my palm protecting like it's my life

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

Tomorrow i think i might go buy a couple of private islands,

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor