This is a song about "The finer things"

The things im most scared of

And men'll chase love

The things they told me, they so absurd

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Just the repercussions of when things turn dire

Imma make em proud buy em all the finest things

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Is it this black mercedes

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

Its the things that i hate

I'm dreaming to be great

Its cold as shit in this booth

Boring things in life such as the news