This is a song about "Vegas"

That life is all bout vegas

And panned out, i'm all in love

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Minds are wasted like paper out the pocket in lines in vegas

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

My flag has been seen from south beach out to vegas

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Yeah, spent the night up in vegas

The way she walks and causes a fuss