This is a song about "Shiny stuff"

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Who ain't really had big plans but to drive a shiny benz

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

Have to leave without your stuff

That would be enough

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels,

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff