This is a song about "Guns money weed bitches cars"

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow