This is a song about "Mccoy got traded"

We'll fuck up everything we got,

That's how i got the weed spot

I love the way you walk

And to my side i've got

I got more and you got less

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Believe me i'mma be your god

Then look at all the game i got

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Immortality like i have got

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Just a feeling i've got

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop