This is a song about "Rap about weed hoes and money flashy cars and bank"

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Getting bank and that is literal

Inhale my color purple

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Can barely walk the city streets

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,