This is a song about "Miami royal"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The streets of miami

I got soul, there's more in store

Time to give you the miami roar

Probably getta summer home, in miami

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

And the sex will lock her down see my stick is the gavel

My raps are the best from miami to seattle

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Royal corruption, spitting like a volcanic eruption

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

The royal brits used flight to try to keep the sky. us canadians used

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat