This is a song about "Hotline miami"

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Probably getta summer home, in miami

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

My raps are the best from miami to seattle

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

You can call me the daddy of miami

Chillin' with homies and family

The streets of miami

Hail mary nigga, run quick see