This is a song about "Iphone and samsung"

What i do, through and through and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Look inside my closet

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Now it's time to eat

And kill yourself and your clique

But he don't rule a thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

When it's all said and done

'til i’m on every samsung

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,