This is a song about "Charge"

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

If you wanna see me do it i'm going to have to charge admission/

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

My iphone need the charge

Gold all in my watch