This is a song about "Soulja boi"

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Soulja boy i'm so damn brave

It's soulja tell 'em remenice about up in the younger day

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Soulja boy can spit in fact,

Then i bet he be cracked