This is a song about "Models and freaks"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

If you had no role models and if you had no chaperones,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Grab the scissors and saws and

But got comma’s in my statement

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,