This is a song about "Collateral credit"

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Apologetic forget it give credit

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

But i treat hoes like credit collecters when they call i don't answer em

But yall won't give me credit, like you have a lot of debts to pay

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

I'm not a credit card when im finished you use vengeance , im not care-less or a guy whos senseless

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates