This is a song about "Tay 300 finally rich"

Canary yellow everything, plane chartered

Breathing hardly, how, finally faltered,

These chalance give me balance

I have over 300 confirmed kills

But i'm not in the first place

Bitch show me some tay tays

I get confused when i'm not rich

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Blow up on this society

Because i reached it finally

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Finally i don't have to pretend

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

I broke mama heart with no college