This is a song about "Stolen money"

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Getting to the money

We're living in a fantasy

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

We're ballin' in this game, the swag of lebron's stolen,

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

Want the title but im always fighting under card

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

Blow up on this society

I heard that time is money

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open