This is a song about "Bitchis aint sheet"

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

You aint going anywhere i aint gunna let go,

That aint no good/ that aint no good/ you aint learned a thing

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Through the tablet sheet leak when the ink spills soft,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

You don't wanna be put on my rap sheet.

On they twitter writing novels, see

This aint your town, this aint your city

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Yeah my lyrics are on the sheet but theyre also here in the world

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first