This is a song about "Me in fancy ass cars"

Now im gettin more rings than bill russel in an audi

C me come through and leave ya ass in purgatory/

Heard the sound of several gun shots

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Just put your hand on the glass

Fuck me in my fat ass

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

The sinner me,the killer in me will rip rappers a new ass hole

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow