This is a song about "Yacht lamborghini mclaren crib"

Tell the bitch to leave the crib cos that is what i gotta do

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit