This is a song about "Come up and money"

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

And if you think i cant fuck with whoever put your money up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

Let the money pile up and tell 'em buried alive

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

So you finally got the nerve

Momma said shut up and come downwards

Get some real rhymes and actually come up with something,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring