text: Dolce jeans 
  When Im with my fiends
  Chase my dreams 
  Get it by any means
  Blood on me 
  I got blood, I bleed 
  Drugs come free 
  Thats why I stay drug-free
  I been eating good, I been bleeding bad
  I felt better bout myself when I was feeling bad 
  We go to Hollywood just to get the cash
  If I could Id sell my soul to the fucking bag
  And I made your swag, I feel like your dad
  I feel like that is what made you mad 
  Ima spend it fast, then we get it back 
  Hundred racks, I pulled it out the trash 
  Velcro straps 
  DEO, bitch, Im back 
   Black on black
   No
  Trust no man 
  Catching flights, Im jet-lagged
   Built like glass
   We use a mask