This is a song about "Barrie to"

Money ain't a thing

You need to stick to balling

And all the shit you went through

To try and violate me to.

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Now you have to bury me to!

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

To complain to him or her

I am the streets, the future

Now you have to bury me to!

It may be not the same for you

Not to shit on you

To stay true to the crew