This is a song about "Bad friends cars girls mum money"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

You got friends how only cares about your money!

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Too bad some of your friends didn't make it cause they wanted more meth,

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Askin' for some money for rocks, to ease a bad habit

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next