This is a song about "Smuggling upholstery to greenhouses"

You reflect me, i love that about you

To try and violate me to.

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it

Now you have to bury me to!

I'm after you bringing traffic through

To get to hold your hand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

To complain to him or her

Make me another brother

I ain't with the talking

You need to stick to balling

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

To convince you to buy

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some