This is a song about "Steve the hollywood bro"

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Stay on the low bro while i hit it with a flow

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Laylow bro you said you would battle but you never sent the request

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

All i heard was a few pouts, i think they were the hollywood bash

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Cause my charisma is a stigma, i look in the mirror, i'm poisonous vanilla bro/

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Poppin off the dome, i'm so blown bro, i'm zoned out

Watch the way i spit it bro, tear your ligaments

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row