This is a song about "We just got weinered on"

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

We just started playing games, you got the highscore but now it's game over

I just got validation on my ass whooping ticket

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Got them trophies on my music rack, we platinum black/

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

But we got off on the wrong foot

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Cause we all just ticking time bombs, got a lambo like lebron's mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Listen to every word that i slur

I got five on a dime just follow my cursor