This is a song about "Vlone bitches fuck designer guns"

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Appy pressure like a sticker, fuck bitches with precision

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

And daddy's in the cadillac

In their designer jean's back

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

'specially when i fuck bitches

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

Bitches say i'm cute, but i fuck sorrorities when i drink absolute