This is a song about "Words dont describe how i feel inside you and i"

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

I can't even describe

Which you know i'm different, right

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

I feel guilty, i dont wanna feel like this anymore

Cause some of you bitches funny

I dont know how you feel about me

A born starter, in the game for real

To tell you right now how i feel

Justifying how i feel

You guys are still here

I just want to express to you exactly how i feel/ want you know

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window