This is a song about "Nice things"

What we gotta do to survive

So many of you can think you're nice,

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Hold it..now thank you for silence

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

I don't wear nice things on my body, it doesn't work well

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Don't wear nice things on my body, it doesn't work too well

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell