This is a song about "Lamborghini and bitches"

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

You feel it from your head to your toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Better rape some bitches and then

When they here today what you say to them

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

Bitches see me and think its so surreal

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches