This is a song about "Rolling in the deep"

Rolling in my bugatti

What them tippers don't see

The poor are in deep water but tread first and are fed dirt

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

What you believe in you gotta dig deep to see the sins,

Cause all the wordage lies deep in my heart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Rolling down the street in my suv

You a lady boss, now you fly free

No longer clawing deep in the dirt tryna survive,

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Blowing that money here, making money in europe