This is a song about "Lambos and raris"

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hoping that he's listening

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

It's roc nation, this my team

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And kill yourself and your clique

But don't fall asleep

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun