This is a song about "Coke cars hoe life money death"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Life is hard death is easy so i stay a boss,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

She looks for money , i look for life

As your family dies, and my family rise

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

The sun gives light cause it is the window

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,