This is a song about "Shiny things"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Cause real niggas do real things

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

She likes to look in my hood; she says it's the best shiny bling with that one rippled beat

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

You mother fucka claim you murder things

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I think it's more racist than ratings

I would do awful awful things

But five years from now i bet she see

Spitting things inefficiently?

That going through some things

These chalance give me balance

Y'all leave bee stings

Couldn't understand why things