This is a song about "Ave dat money"

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

I begin every good day by drainin whisky straight out the flask, daddy ask whats dat,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

I see a tree, i got a rope. might just do suicide (fuck dat)

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Who real bitches check me out though

We got dat guns and flow

Now i focus on the things dat i want so bad,

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat