This is a song about "Tina chaplin"

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Dont mind dirting my hands as a writer, the pen is mighty i swear

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Champagne for real friends real pain for sham friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

I may be a horrible writer especially when i have to diss, but hey atleast i have my girl to kiss,

So many rumors but i'm infinitely immortal outlawswitching up on you ordinary bitches

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted