This is a song about "The finer things"

Got that deep love

The things im most scared of

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

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

The things they told me, they so absurd

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

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

Imma make em proud buy em all the finest things

Couple shows gave a nigga life

Memorize the things needed to survive,

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And the the things we're still demanding;

Hating my macking, they asking

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer