This is a song about "Current"

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

I'm drinking voltage so i be spitting current on the floor

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

The current so concerned with currency

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Inspiration for my creation? my current situation, don't be mistaken.

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Light years away from its current place in time

My current path is pathless, full of maggots, sticking together like magnets.

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its