This is a song about "Really nice things"

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

So many of you can think you're nice,

Believe me baby i really really would, i leave in the morning my things are already packed,

Until i'mma gonei bust on bad boy middle finger to da bratdon't get your young ass smacked

I need a backyard full court size

Sneak is loose and kids taste so nice

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Really i'm stressed cause there are things i never forgot

But materialism’s nice, and really they like the grit,

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

They say he the key to my blessings

That's why they can't mess up my flow

I gonna take it really nice and slow