This is a song about "Sweet ass rims on my cadillac and ting"

Ill keep it short and sweet

Have no souls indeed

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

A life where we don't need no welfare

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Put you on my dinner plate,bitch you sweet

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

And i found my sweet escape when i was alone with you

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

My levi's put got her ass up on it, and she's twerking' like the miley on it.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Then i said i had enough

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff