This is a song about "How you stunting with a 20 bag rolex"

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

I said fuck you and i packed a bag moved out,

I can just stab you with a pencil but i make it more suspenseful and diss you.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Bet i get it quick lick it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Chop off each limb and toss it in a bag with other limbs

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks