This is a song about "Pics"

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Some are summaries of vivid pics, something like instagram

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Sick like dick pics sent to your mothers inbox

I let you know you dealing with dogs

One pic, two pics, for niggas satisfactory, btich don't you know u getting used

Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”should’ve known i was a fool, when i moved

Some are summaries of vivid pics, something like instagram

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Draw pics of him drop-kickin' islamic prophets

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

U fags all the same like outfits in pics of the family poses

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team