This is a song about "Miami party"

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

What them tippers don't see

Makes for a hell of party

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

I am the show and the after party

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

School just finished it's time to party

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Party so hard disrespected by neighbors