This is a song about "That gi"

Saying they this and that

What's that gap in that strap

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

So use that black eye to remember that,

She got something i never had

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

That magic, that vanish

And you ride with this

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

That dont preach me, that aint peachy,

I be ballin, they wonder why

I got that shit, that makes you high