This is a song about "Bitches cash nigger"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

40 on my face, getting cash

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir