This is a song about "A bitch named aranea"

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

And my life's like a bitch,

By a crackhead named june

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she