This is a song about "Soda and cheetos"

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,

Crunching cheetos between my teeth turning em orange from white,

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

Social conditioning and

This how i hear it different

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun