That's Very Minimalist of You

Ruby casting shadows, looting fucking castles Ruby got the bad hoes shaking like a graduating tassel Uzi make it rattle, Gucci print, I fucking dabble All these bitches fucking battle Bitch, I'm fucking sunk at the bottom of the bottle My problem's too many blunts, so Ruby facing problems Suicidal idol, rollin' blunts inside of broken bibles Pussy boy, I popped him with the rifle Grey the fucking title Ridin' shorty with my shorty, smokin' next to Oddy Caught a body in the lobby, then I emptied out my Tommy I'm that grimy mother, mother with them sluggers in my luggage Wavy like the ocean Sad emotions, get the notion? Grey my territory, hoes know 'bout my story Scum my category, fuck these hoes while in my glory Sippin' on that purple, thanks to drugs I feel immortal Jumpin' in and outta portals, looking like I'm Andy Warhol Gaudy Pack Lord with three hoes up in my Ford Codeine always poured when I'm in the 7th Ward