This is a song about "Maybach and gatorade"

And remember what i said and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

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

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

What i do, through and through and

And nasty remains and bones

Please put that in your notes

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

When i get done i have your tired ass drinking gatorade

And kill yourself and your clique

I don't know defeat

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Lorde said it, man it's private flights, maybach, and cristal,

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one