This is a song about "Still got it yow"

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

Money ain't a thing

It feels like i'm still dreaming

Why we gotta argue

Fuck it, still slaughtered you..

It still messes them up personally

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Let my angel sing

It feels like i'm still dreaming