This is a song about "Gimmie something good"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Go pop some pills or something

The ones that just wanted something

Niggas dying like its nothing

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Numb nothings that think they worth something

I know..i'm very good..tell me something else..i've dealt out my cards but still kept the ace/

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

When you need something yummy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Folarin said we 6 million and running

But who knows what's right, but life's something

She say something something spanish

Arrogant when i finish

And yea we both coming

Weak stomach, i need something