This is a song about "By budge"

Just me trying to skate by

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Why the fuck it so cold, fuck it i dont wanna budge

I'm just living trying to get by

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Time and time again we're stuck but won't budge

Got a seat, ain't gon budge

My mama smoked so god damn much

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption