This is a song about "My roommate phil"

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Balling, but it’s not a game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

My words are my rhythm

My drive is like no one

She's flawless like some uncut ice

See my pain through my eyes,

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

That is my wish, my fantasy.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps