This is a song about "The finer things"

In the bedroom doing things that she wouldn't

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Look, just remember how that winning taste

In all the things i had to waste

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

Ings, now listen to the way i change these things

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

No, just put us on death row

To do the things you never did so

I live in a zoo

All the things we been through

Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

But things may never be the same.

Floor seats at that wizards game