This is a song about "I got more girls"

I got more gold, shinin in my mouth

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Something i should of, kept more #attention to before i got consumed/

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

But got love for them girls

Talking about the god you serve

I got more raps than christmas, my rhymes are relentless,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith