This is a song about "Finest"

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Smoking prime only the finest....

Lucky seven probably poppa

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

The finest redundancy, under seen as my lighter struck

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

You heard van city's finest man, so back the hell up off me

Now i'm back, trackin' like guys reneging, prime at my finest.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list