This is a song about "Money and gucci flip flops"

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Flip my pillow over and try to fall asleep

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Dude with a mullet bussin shorts wearing flip flops

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Killing till they're real rap people at the top instead manic flops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule