This is a song about "I m about that players nature"

No more will we cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I try to forget about that night, christ!

Pay my haters not too much mind

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I do not want to get involved with drugdealers and players

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

I don't nothing about that mac but i know about gettin' that cheese,