This is a song about "Versace lemon tint"

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

Versace versace versace, i'm not driving the audi

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Versace versace i am that nigga who rocks the versace

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

If only i could rap to you

Hit like versace we come through/

Im colder than guccis burr, my style is more expensive versace fur!

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her