This is a song about "Lasso"

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

My lasso, looped-wrangling rope was snapped in half all with my hopes

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Lasso that bitch with a motherfucking lariat

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

Finding more light to shed