This is a song about "Gifted kreatures clean music money intagram range rover"

Bitch i'm bout a chick, i went and crashed the rover

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'm lyrically gifted,

Or who did, cause i did

Needing money he sold his daddy's ring, bold an mean so far from clean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living,

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Im lyrically and epiirically gifted,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Never wanted the fame, just wanted the range