This is a song about "Hotline miami"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You can call me the daddy of miami

The streets of miami

They say nothings ever free

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

My raps are the best from miami to seattle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Time to give you the miami roar

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore