This is a song about "Thing full of modders"

Of people saying the same thing

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

And these are my damaged petals

It's full of gold medals,

That's why i shine like i does

My life was full of bitterness

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Becoming someone you don't recognize

It's a career choice full of strife

Full of myself, but still hungry

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Like a line full of hoes