This is a song about "Vegas"

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

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

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

That life is all bout vegas

All we need is convienient love

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I think about my best bud ayman and i in vegas

Yeah, spent the night up in vegas

Pocket racked up all big faces

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

My flag has been seen from south beach out to vegas

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

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