This is a song about "All the eay"

The fact that it's all bogus

Here i go again, falling in love

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

I'm the money who destroyed them all

This is how she want to live

I threw out all the gifts

Then get out your seat and jump around

Theres blood all over the ground

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites