This is a song about "Spending alot of money on designer cloths"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

Spending all my money on lids

Went out and had a church of kids

Alot of your smiles are not even accounted for

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

But its alot on my mind so imma put it on this song tonight

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Their government needs to stop spending money on weapons and troops//

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.