This is a song about "Lottery tactical hand arsonist popular godsent passion hotter treasure dispatch"

The only hope we have to escape is to win that lottery,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Full of this unbridled passion

And then along came the wrong man for her

At the thought of being popular

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Educate and create a way to hide your treasure

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Into they fuckin' rifles they like just done won the lottery,

Lady at the frank stand will

And im fast tactical

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

I'm colder, i'm hotter

Huh, i can't interpret her