This is a song about "The finer things"

You u can go back home and erase all the things

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Ings, now listen to the way i change these things

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

In all the things i had to waste

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

In the bedroom doing things that she wouldn't

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Just the repercussions of when things turn dire