This is a song about "Ass weed money faze chains school bitches"

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

She dont have a problem with, with

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes