This is a song about "Awesome teen dope swag bitches gold money"

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Not creative, no lexicon; i'm awesome!

Cold, my style making my nose run

Not bad using that dope money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Destruction is beautiful, chaos is awesome

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks