This is a song about "Layers"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Diamond bling layers, i'm rhyming with a #king #slayer,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

But it has been ripped off in layers,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Say your fucking prayers, stop cuttin layers, gods telling me your a sin waiting to happen,

I got to make sure that i can play here

Sitting back all these layers need to peal

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,