This is a song about "Lana dsl rey"

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Here i go again, searching for love

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm trying to go psychological with the rogers to shoot ya inside ya nose

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Lilly allen you jump in to

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

Almost let go through the throat, these poisonous substances

Got beef with dsl feelin' relatively slow

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

They say will rogers never met a man he didn't like, obviously he never met you.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true