This is a song about "Whit buy"

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

But now i'm thinkin ima buy cocaine

Buy some liquor, you'll never be richer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Go buy yourself a pen 'n a pad,

She like dudes whit lotto money from

This is freaking awesome

Dreamin on a lullaby

Buy some french fries, then i get high

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Tomorrow i think i might go buy a couple of private islands,