This is a song about "Bitches money 15 yr old"

We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

She dont have a problem with, with

Get money then bitches

I'm so dope, bitches with a rope, i clean like soap, but i just ain't old enough to vote

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

This 15 yr old fag has a son, are you kitten me?

These wack bitches getting old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches