This is a song about "Beethoven life s"

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

The dead society of a poet

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

I just shake dice

It´s the battle of life

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

If only i could go back into the 80’s

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get