This is a song about "Finest girl"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Fuck this class assignment smokin' on the finest

And i'm just being honest

It's his highness and the finest

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,