This is a song about "Diss rap on an old friend"

More money that mean less sleep

Such an old song but i love this beat

So old school, makes sense i'm an artifact

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

Half your body laying on my chest

You rag on me but say your a friend

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I promise to keep it honest

I spit like an old sink

An old friend no stranger

Go 'head and hate me hater

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Know that after this diss has come to an end