This is a song about "All these bands on me i just let the money talk i aint really gotta say shit"

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

But all i can say is please be with me cause i really think you're the key

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Dissing me like i sit around ‘n talk shit ‘bout you all the time.

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

All these motherfuckers try and tell me shit i dont wanna hear,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Just kill me. i aint joking really fuckin feel me

I gotta tell you it just aint easy being me,

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

But shit, get me, i gotta story, follow me, call the cops