This is a song about "The pinkprint"

Miami nights, ain't another one

The bigger the the fun

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

As the king upon the throne

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

With women with issues

From the gutter to the roof

As the tao converted the thief

Ima let her be by herself in peace

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.