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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Spending all my money on lids

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Been afraid alot but conquered all of my fears,

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves