This is a song about "Blur benjamins"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

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

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

The plight of a rapper or whatever

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Debts were payed but he writes to blur scoff.

No kenny smith, no i'mma jet off

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her