This is a song about "Wallet"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

You about as useful as a platinum wallet, you need to stop it,

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

I'm still broke as fuck, i still have an empty wallet,

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

If i see your wallet, don’t make me fall it

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Gun metal twenty-ten challenger

My wallet just get richer