This is a song about "You aint infinite"

Roll up niggas be like sex

You aint driving a benz

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

You motherfuckers aint shit to me

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Nah they aint you//now that you gone

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

This aint where you wanna be,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Has infinite symmetry

If you ain't about money