This is a song about "Lauren and simone"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

And kill yourself and your clique

But i'm not worried

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

And get it again and again

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

I'm here to make it better

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Miami nights, ain't another one

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun