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

Let me cash you out , here hold this

'specially when i fuck bitches

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Think your fly? fuck guns i pull out and let the #fly #spray

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day