Just a fly verse with impressive wordplay.

Suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces
Army suit matchin’ this coupe ’cause we perfectionists
Three’s basic, forty-five colors on the Coogi
You see me but you never knew me, somethin’ like a failed father
Up in Saks bustin’ down racks
We out in Bal Harbour, certified
Looking like I’m powerin’ appliance
Beefin’ over money that can sour an alliance
Infused EVOO, sitting in the cabinet
Used to hold the work under the whip using a magnet
Outfits, controversial like I’m Russell Westbrook
Code name Lorraine, ’bout to hit you with a left hook
And fuck these old niggas actin’ like they made us
We superceded everything they did so now they hate us
Take a look at my life, ’cause I’m historical
You the type to compliment a Rolly at the urinal
I’m the type to look up continents and then explore a few
Splash Disaronno in the coffee
This watch is costly, I tell the time with your salary
Every Gucci hoodie that’s out, you couldn’t style with me
Creamed spinach, vintage, tinted but still shine through
Easy ‘fore we up in the spot, I might blind you