This is a song about "Classy but sassy"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

But at the end of the tunnel theres nothin but light,

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Ebrious but hardly frail, tedious but always hail

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

Some niggas ain't got no luck

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

What, what ... project shit what

Say what you wanna but

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Pass it back, i'll stab and slash it to sushi, sassy sweet assassin,