This is a song about "Miami hear"

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

I can't hear them anymore,

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Hey wanna hear a good news?

All of the hair from out my hear

She told me erything is real

I’m tryna be low key

The streets of miami

I can hear the cops come

It's slight blemishes and life system

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

My raps are the best from miami to seattle

Looking for a bad 1 thats hot like miami heat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed