This is a song about "Money fun girls and this is a kid song"

But this song is infinitely finished

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Start at 0:10 or ignore the beat and see me rip this kid below the "song"

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Clap both hands in excitement and scream "this is so fun!"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I love her and this is why she's my favourite love song

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Fuck you if you think this art is not fun

Haven't seen a girl in so long

And, shit, here i am, writing this song