This is a song about "Credit"

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

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

Apologetic forget it give credit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

A good person just to get credit when you want something

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store