This is a song about "Blur benjamins"

But its to much to handle it would seem like a blur

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Shake you up make you fall to the ground and blur your whole vision

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

That we all feel every day, life is a blur in the fast lane

A nigga of my caliber because when i rap all they see is a blur

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water