This is a song about "The finer things"

Baby, oh baby, you're finer than all the ladies

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

Nor all the things you do.

To do the things you never did so

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

J. cole runnin' late

Its the things that i hate

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

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

And the the things we're still demanding;

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Imma make em proud buy em all the finest things

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Fights break out because of the little things

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience