This is a song about "Lean in cup wearing hermes and parajumper hoes cocaine range rover"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Catch me with cup full of lean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I love you though i'll still fuck

With some weed and a cup

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame