This is a song about "Your playlist stinks"

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

I put that nigga in his casket

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

Your on fire.. your on fire

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Things'll never be the same

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

I'm everything that they call nice

Fuck your prison, fuck your life