This is a song about "Posting that shit on the gram"

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

On that shaq shit, buick,

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Erosion flow from the ocean, so i'm posting up on a beach

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

I’m way harder than the concrete

Don't ever phone, i'll put you on hold like i fucking strapped a gram,

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And not say shit about it on the next day don't do that shit. fuck all that bullshit