This is a song about "Gucci goggles with a lv belt 2 spanish chicks that buss shots for me call me commander"

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

But that doesn't stop the nasty chicks from saying "fill me"

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Do i know me? this plush body with a broken soul that i call home,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

Your belt, yea, try and seduce me/

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

1, 2, 3 people in 1, life for me, is it done?

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Imma give you 9 shots, then see who fucking with me.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

But i'm just big enough for you to call me a boss

Fuckin chicks is a rule if my girl think im loyal then that bitch is a fool

If u ain't gunna vote for me you probably ride the short buss to school