This is a song about "Public and private assets"

No known public invasions discriminations impatient

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

From the cold water flats and the old public housing,

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Settin different assets, objectives, change your bad decisions,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Lorde said it, man it's private flights, maybach, and cristal,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

To all you haters, i fucking expect the plastic assets,