This is a song about "Las vegas"

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas baby

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

That life is all bout vegas

On the slow jam of love

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Murder everyone will face/ escucha las palabras , but the judge had

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts