This is a song about "The finer things"

But things may never be the same.

Then lost her faith again

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Boring things in life such as the news

All the things we been through

South beach fountain blue

In all the things i had to waste

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Just the repercussions of when things turn dire

Fights break out because of the little things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Enough of the commotion, imma set things off

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

And i hope maybe we feel the same things,