This is a song about "Bill nye the russian spy"

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And getting money is the song i sing

The dollar bill shows that their claiming

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

While the skies overcast eyes spy tornados

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,

The day bill gates go broke is the day we broke

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat