This is a song about "Repay lobby reply apply ferry portray spiel colonel apparel caramel satchel transplant transfusion circumstantial column damn"

Make ya wanna put him, on the transplant list

I decided my pride is just why i resist

In a trolley, down the lobby as a hobby.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Make money put it in the lobby

Starting beef, with rappers that dont have the balls to reply,

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Now she dosent reply

I be ballin, they wonder why

Money back on my mind

Apply guise and kill those bite sized

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan