This is a song about "Tommy h"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

Gonna be up high, no vitamin h

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

I got swag and i aint rocking tommy hilfiger

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

And i can't even look the other way

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,