This is a song about "Bitches school nails no kids grinding money family shoes eating clothes coldhearted"

Mind your motherfucking business

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

School kids setting fire to that bush...

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Now you speaking my language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead